Feel the touch on your head
Divine lights fill your mind
A dopamine trip, a synaptic crash
And you will fall into the trap
The imam speaks to the herd
Divine lights fill their minds
A dopamine trip, a synaptic crash
And you will fall into the trap
The old prophet lies in his graves
With the grin on his face
Watching the marionette's dance
Well, he took heed of his chance
A dopamine trip, a synaptic crash
And you will fall into the trap