Dopamine

Love here is like a speedrun - on the wrong side of the road, without headlights, with the music blasting. Everything is rumbling, flashing, burning - but it is precisely in this dangerous speed that a feeling is born, as alive as a spark from metal striking concrete. Memories keep flashing back: the garden where the only "that" rose withered, hands, the smell of salt, heart crumbs in the form of a mosaic. And somewhere between the smoke and the light from the tunnel, she appears again - the dose, the addiction, dopamine in human form. Each line is like a confession, exhaled without hope of a response. Everything is already lost, but it's still pulsing. And as long as the rhythm plays, you can allow yourself to be a little crazy, a little alive - at least until the end of the track. Composer: Racy Composer: Saan Lyricist: 1D1R