Puretone 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 They too, know what I knew 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