I'm in a wrestling match
With myself again
Wonder who's gonna win
Sumo on the one side
Pluto on the drumline
Maybe they'll be friends

Who knows what they say?
Who knows when the feelings change?

Mirandas on the porch swing
Kyles gotta diamond ring
Made out of mouse hair
The older kids doing drugs
Getting out and getting fucked
Wonder how it really feels

Who knows what they say?
Who knows when the feelings change?

I'm running low on dopamine
I'm diving on the slope
Flying at blazing speeds
Passing all the maple trees
Glass in the honey bees frozen in time

What are you so mad about?
Why do you scream and shout?
Who didn't lovе you when
You need it the most now
You're a torturеd mut growl
Poison generations
Below and after
All those who've heard are gone

I'm running low on dopamine
I'm starting to coast
Lower down gradually
Where am I going?
When did all these hilly streets get so flat?

I'm running low on dopamine
Life's made of stone
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Is this how it's gonna be?
Is this how it's gonna be until the end?