Amiel: Addicted to bass

I got two pale hands up against the window pane i'm shaking with the heat of my need again it starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain there's nothing i can do to revert the gain i'm looking down to the street below there's nothing in the way they move to show that they too, know what i know they too hunger for the beast below listening to the radio i feel so out of place there's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase i know you can tell just by looking at my face a word about my weakness i'm totally addicted to bass There's nothing I can do to be cool i can't sleep 'til i've had my fuel it frustrates me if i'm deprived a hunger that grates from deep inside i feel like i'm doing time imprisoned by dependants on a rhythm sublime in my mind i must overcome the need to define the solitary silence of a faceless crime standing by the stereo i'm feeling so alone my back against the speaker and I'm moving on my own surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face a word about my weakness i'm totally addicted to bass Your bass line is shooting up my spine your bass line has got me feeling fine it's filling up my mind Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street people I see everywhere are tapping their feet suddenly i realise in a look that i was wrong everybody's grooving to their own song down at the scene below there's something in the way they move to show they too know what i know they too hunger for the beast below rhythms washing over me to wash away my fears the backbeat of humanity sweetens my tears there's something that's connected us down throughout the years no need to feel so lonely everyone's addicted to bass