euphoricine from Doomsday Culture by Bella Bliss

intro:

(what they forget is the pleasure of it)
(otherwise we wouldn't do it)

verse 1:

the return of the euphoria
the operation's a reversible crucible
but the restoration's not enough
because i have too much to think about and i need an out

so where's the merchant when you need them most
compose a blend of snow before i turn into a ghost
before my life flashes before my eyes
erase the memories of bitter truths and sour lies

the world decays as time continues to fly
so the goal is to have fun before our big demise

pre-chorus:

let's let anxiety run, as we pop another one
no need to focus on what humanity has done
the forfeiture of hope rejuvenates the will to die
and our life's in low supply, so let's get high
and if we're still alive, well then better luck next time

chorus:

have a sample of our own medicine
get a taste of post-civilization

one after another, don't you stop now
mixing stimulants, you know we're gonna drop down

hyperactive in motion, your body's had quite enough of the potion
but the sky is falling and heaven's calling

verse 2:

i've escaped the thunderdome
and taken all the antidote
my arousal's back and baby got back too
give it a smack and gimme some crack, boo

the dark market keeps a first aid stash
for when the world is about to crash
they got the molly, the smack, and the THC hash
and all i gotta do is suck dick for cash

verse 3:

we're finding comfort in a broken dwelling
secluded from all of the yelling
hit me up if you want what i'm selling
we don't gotta worry bout no damn quelling

died so many times that we aren't afraid of death
we'll outrun the reaper with a hit of crystal meth
then you can hit it from the back and then grab me by my neck
finish in me, finish me off, reduce me to a speck

chorus 2:

have a sample of our own medicine
get a taste of post-civilization

one after another, don't you stop now
mixing stimulants, you know we're gonna drop down

hyperactive in motion, your body's had quite enough of the potion
but the sky is falling and satan's calling

post-chorus:

another visit in oblivion and i'm your minion
we're forming a disorderly, imperfect union
we don't make the rules, it's our autonomous zone
everyone's allowed to occupy the throne

we don't need to be part of any town
we're all rewarded with the royal crown
it's eternal poisoning til the world stops spinning

outro:

if tonight's the night it ends
then i want to be buried by my remaining friends

and if we are enemies
then let's use the last of our life to make amends

• Alternative
• digicore
• hyperpop
• nu-metal
• rage
• trap metal
• Minneapolis