My cultic heart it beats ad nauseum, the rain falls down regardless of my plans There are no jobs, we've been demobbed, there are no homes to purchase Must we be content with dreaming of walking round our own houses eating cereal in the nip on a whim? There are great tensions building up inside, we must act now we must be our own saviours Tick tock molest your mind Drip drips of dopamine A study in self harm with a saturated screen Tick tock molests your mind Drip drips of dopamine A study in self harm with a saturated screen A strange silhouette is cast by cunty hooks and the cabal Polyester shimmers on a sojourn to the bottle bank On a traipse behind the bins for skin on skin on skin on skin on skin This is urban dandyism this is rural erudition My talents are wasted here are yours? I could do so much if I only had a little quiet But paying attention is too expensive Tick tock molest your mind Drip drips of dopamine A study in self harm with a saturated screen Tick tock molests your mind Drip drips of dopamine It's a study in self harm with a saturated screen Tick tock molest your mind Drip drips of dopamine A study in self harm with a saturated screen Tick tock molests your mind Drip drips of dopamine It's a study in self harm with a saturated screen