Puretone Addicted To Bass

Puretone Addicted To Bass ( 1998 ) Ive got two pale hands up against the window pane Im shaking with the heat of my need again Starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain Theres nothing I can do to revert the gain Im looking down to the street below Theres nothing in the way they move to show They too know what I know, They too hunger for the beast below Listening to the radio I feel so out of place Theres a certain something missing that the treble cant erase I know you can tell just by looking at my face A word about my weakness Im totally addicted to base awaowaow(x2) Theres nothing I can do to be cool I dont sleep till Ive had my fuel It frustrates if Im deprived A hunger that grates from deep inside I feel like Im doing time Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime In my mind I must overcome the need to define Solitary silence of a faceless crime Standing by the stereo Im feeling so alone With my back against the speaker and Im moving on my own Surrounded by so many and theyre st