Текст песни
[Intro]
(heavy downtuned guitar riff, aggressive palm-muting, bass slides, kick drum on 1 & 3; no vocals)
[Verse 1 – Male – Semi-Spoken, Gritty, Weary]
I was a patient trapped behind those closed doors, you see,
Diagnosis: deep nostalgia, haunting endlessly.
My medical history’s a list of losses, one by one,
Where feelings were the sharpest kind of disease, undone.
In my chart, they prescribed tranquilizers, cold and clear,
To kill the acute attack of missing you, year after year.
But all their effects were weak, completely unconvincing,
They only drowned the faith I had, the voice that kept on pleading.
(soft violin melody weaves under the last line, fading)
[Pre-Chorus – Male – Rising Intensity, Urgent]
’Cause my biocode’s a flash drive holding all the pain,
Each nucleotide’s a scar I can’t erase again.
You’re rewriting me on a molecular base,
Erasing every old mistake I used to hide, face to face.
(strings swell up, guitars get heavier)
[Chorus – Male – Full Power, Scream-Edge, Desperate]
You’re the purest, strongest drug I’ve ever known,
You trigger something sharp, something all my own.
You wipe away the bitter past, the old defeat,
But the side effects are tearing me off my feet.
They include euphoria fading into cold,
Losing focus, heartbeats out of control,
The total loss of self, the ground beneath me gone—
I’m not myself when I’m under your spell, oh no.
I was a patient behind closed doors—
I’m sick with you, love is ecstasy.
(violins soar over the last lines, adding melancholic beauty)
[Hook – Male – Commanding, Cold, Detached]
This is Ecstasy.
I was a patient of closed doors,
Where feelings were considered an acute illness.
(drums drop out for a beat, only bass and low cello)
[Verse 2 – Male – Deeper Tone, Reflective, Softer]
This isn’t chronic anymore; it’s fading fast,
My immunity’s learning how to trust at last.
I see now you were the first to show the way,
To make it all become reality today.
(cello plays a slow counter-melody, supporting the words)
[Pre-Chorus 2 – Male – Darker Build, Tense, Clenched]
Warning: long-term use may cause irreversible change,
Overdose could stop the breath, the ultimate exchange.
But too low a dose just brings the crushing migraine back,
A pain that never leaves, a constant, bitter attack.
(strings rise, guitars tighten, tension grows)
[Chorus – Male – Maximum Emotion, Raw Scream]
You’re the purest, strongest drug I’ve ever known,
You trigger something sharp, something all my own.
You wipe away the bitter past, the old defeat,
But the side effects are tearing me off my feet.
They include euphoria fading into cold,
Losing focus, heartbeats out of control,
The total loss of self, the ground beneath me gone—
I’m not myself when I’m under your spell, oh no.
I was a patient behind closed doors—
I’m sick with you, love is ecstasy.
[Hook]
My Ecstasy.
I was a patient of closed doors,
Where feelings were considered an acute illness.
[Breakdown]
(bass heavy slides, kick-snare pattern, no guitars; solo violin plays a fragile, rising melody, 4 bars, tension rising)
[Verse 3 – Male – Broken Flow, Tension Rising, Staccato Delivery]
Contraindications: common sense, survival instinct,
Still I take the double dose without resistance.
Then the other side comes knocking at the door,
Intoxication walks right in, asks for more.
Toxicodynamics writes the final verdict down,
Metabolites are whispering: “You’re not ready now.”
[Verse 4 – Male – Final Confession, Weary, Almost Defeated]
The clinical picture’s simple and it’s bittersweet:
You wanted euphoria, now it’s turning into dark heat.
For every breath I take, there’s a price to pay,
Every inhale feels like a heavy contract day.
This intoxication’s not a drama, it’s a fact,
Now this poison’s in my veins, it’s taking me back.
[Final Chorus – Male – Maximum Scream Power, then fading to Exhausted Whisper]
My medical history’s a list of losses, one by one,
Diagnosis: deep nostalgia, can’t be undone.
Love is like ecstasy,
You trigger something wild in me,
Wiping out the bitter past, erasing every pain.
But the side effects are tearing me apart:
Euphoria fading, leaving a cold, dark heart.
Losing focus, pulse is racing out of time,
I’m losing myself in this poisoned rhyme.
Love as ecstasy…
I was a patient behind closed doors…
(last line whispered, almost quiet, defeated)
[Outro]
(violin melody fades, distant snare taps, clean bass pulse)
