Lost outside the normal bounds of stimulation. In the outer reach of the mind, Is where we want to be all the time. A species always needing more, Chasing highs, Avoiding lows.
Neural adaptation, Habituation. Endless satisfaction, It's intoxicating. Everyone is addicted to something.
To get us through the day, And that's what needs to change. Give us the chance, We will pleasure ourselves to death.
We walk the roads most travelled, Where the ruts are deep and easy to follow. The disguise apparently keeping us alive. Enter, this distorted view of life. The pleasure trap, Comfort is a lie.
Realising we are just, Dysfunctional human beings. Tricked into thinking, We are doing the right thing. Tricked into thinking.
Knowingly avoiding the pain, And when it comes back we just try again. Numbing our brains, Numbing the pain.
Go without now, The paradox will be shown. Feel your spine straighten, On its own.
No substance taken, Withstand the aching. You will start to see, The things craved, Only get us further away.
The enigma will remain. If we continue to play, This pleasure-seeking game.
Neural adaptation, Habituation. Endless satisfaction, It's intoxicating. Everyone is addicted to something.
For some, it's one minute of one day, For others here they could never stay.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
