The need for a bigger trigger

When every conceivable fetish has been entertained What is left to satisfy? When every want Has been had Where do we find the next fad? When every way to pop your cork has been done What is left to do for fun? If every depravity has been tried Does it mean our fun has died? We gorge on **** in copious amounts And press our dopamine button till we lose count It’s just a want It’s just a need Just a desire to blow out the seed And feed our chemical greed We all do it Day in and day out Press, push, pull, yank and shout Got to get that release out All natural to feverishly masturbate The carpal tunnel way to placate Your carnal lust is first rate But like everything else You eventually need more To be that self-satisfying whore The naughty that made you shiver and shake No longer gets the cream on that cake So, you dive deeper into the well To find new debauchery to be had To raise the bar on your self-pleasure Take it all in for good measure Dopamine is such a treasure So, the cycle continues Press, push, pull, yank and shout Got to get that release out Get my ooo la la no doubt Rub a dub dub the little nub in the tub Prime the piston and listen These things need to be done In the name of fun It’s what makes the heart run And the brain drain the stress of life It’s why you have a husband And why they need a wife Each pushing each other’s O switch Press play on that **** I gotta freak that needs an itch Get to the naughty To get haughty I need that no harm charm To get on the farm And be the animal I wanna be Set my nether on fire And relish wrecked desire Used, abused, tingly and worn Exactly the reason I was born Needed, harmful, useless, wonderful ****