Dopamine Dealer

"indie female vocalist, minimal, hard edged rock, rhytmic drumbeats: LYRICS: "Dopamine Dealer" Pre-Chorus (no verse, straight in): Refresh, refresh, refresh, refresh Chemical kiss, synthetic bliss They know what I want before I want it Chorus: Feed me, feed me, feed me lies Dressed up like a lullaby My dealer's in my pocket And business is good Scroll until my thumbs bleed That's modern neighborhood Verse: Silicon Valley puppet masters pulling my strings Making me dance, dance, dance for the machine Watched my best friend lose herself to the grid Chasing numbers that evaporate like steam They studied our brains, mapped our veins Now they're shooting up straight to the mainframe Engineered addiction, prescribed affliction We're lab rats who paid for our own cage Chorus (distorted/layered) Break: (spoken/rapped) Red notification, heart palpitation Swipe up for salvation, buy your medication They're farming our attention, harvesting intention Did I choose this or was it chosen for me? Algorithm, logarithm, all rhythm, no reason Selling us ourselves back at premium season My friends are all ghosts of their digital selves Performing happiness til they can't tell Verse 2: We're the product and the consumer The sickness and the cure Watched my generation get swallowed whole By something that promised to connect us more Final Chorus: (building, chaotic) Feed me, feed me, feed me lies My dealer never sleeps, never dies Refresh, refresh, refresh, refresh We're all addicted to our own distress Business is good Business is good Business is— Outro: (sudden quiet, single guitar) When did we become the experiment? When did we agree to this? ...Did we ever agree to this?"