Comfort Fix کے بول

You say there's a just cause to your actions but there's [blind] hatred written all over you channeled to those who hate you in your world a world created by the masters a world created by the leaders those who speak to you in your own words those who light the hatred in your eyes a searing fear the end is near fill the cup to it's brim and add the magic serum final drop to break the limit flood the world from within a desperate [virtual] reality nine to five and way beyond the constant thorn in your side so sweet and painful belief that shades don't exist [there's] no dopamine in peace the ever-present lurking menace that's the comfort fix you want it you need it you need something to hate to forget yourself you know it you can feel it you feel the rush of blood you comfort yourself