Evening comes and you pull out your hidden razor You're engulfed and lose your vision in the haze of Dopamine, you look at me and see a face of Somebody, another somebody You look afraid Have your barricades really decayed? You're running lemonade at thirty-six degrees centigrade Inside your lemon veins And your heart's a lemon grenade You think I'm playing charades, masquerade But this machine just needs an upgrade In your dreams you see yourself forever weaving Holy webs, you wake up looking at the ceiling Dopamine is coursing through your head and leaving Emptiness, it's leaving emptiness You feel betrayed Oh I hate to rain on your parade But as you know disasters often come in great cavalcades Your mind begins to fade Thought that you were made in the shade? Neither a serenade, nor a tirade - A melody of your cascade Have your barricades really decayed? You're running lemonade at thirty-six degrees centigrade Inside your lemon veins And your heart's a lemon grenade You think I'm playing charades, masquerade But this machine just needs an upgrade Oh this isn't the end Hold my hand There is no need to play these games And pretend all is lost Take it from me - this voice in your head - Nurture that monster under your bed And feel the taste of lead Again, my friend