Night Vision
The Dopamines Lyrics


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Here it is again, my daily dose of medicine.
My orchestra of miniature violins.
Here I go again, wishing I was dead, wishing you were dead.
Wishing that these bottles could refill themselves
cause’ there’s no more free drinks in hell.

But the alcohol won’t burn for long
when all my wounds are gone.
And I'm so sick of writing songs
that creatively hide everything I’ve done wrong
Until you’re gone.

And I'm trying so hard to be upset,
but it's hard when I got no hard place to be between,
sitting on this rock with you doing what I’m supposed to.
We’ll cheers until our bottles break
over all the future mistakes that we’ll make.
So let’s go drink some more mistakes.

But the alcohol won’t burn for long
when all my wounds are gone.
And I'm so sick of writing songs
that creatively hide everything I’ve done wrong
Until you’re gone.
Until you’re gone.

And would you stand by all those things you said
with a loaded gun stuck to your head?
Well go ahead, say them again.
And would you stand by all your investments
on a game of Russian roulette?
Well go ahead and put your money where your mouth is.
Spray your bank account across these walls,
soak the floors and doors with change,
spraying oil from your veins,
knowing that you died in vain,
knowing that I stayed the same,




knowing that I quit this game
and cashed in your remains.

Overall Meaning

The Dopamines's "Night Vision" is a deeply introspective song about addiction, regret, and the struggle to move on from past mistakes. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of someone who is trapped in a cycle of self-destructive behavior, using alcohol as a form of escape from the pain of their past. The opening lines, "Here it is again, my daily dose of medicine, my orchestra of miniature violins," describe the addiction as a necessary but painful ritual, represented by the "miniature violins" that play a melancholy tune.


The chorus, "But the alcohol won’t burn for long when all my wounds are gone. And I'm so sick of writing songs that creatively hide everything I’ve done wrong until you’re gone," reveals the underlying sense of shame and guilt that the addiction is masking. The alcohol provides temporary relief, but ultimately cannot erase the damage that has been done. The singer is consumed by their regret, and uses music as a way to cope with their feelings, but feels frustrated by the need to conceal their true emotions.


The final verse, "And would you stand by all those things you said with a loaded gun stuck to your head? Well go ahead, say them again. And would you stand by all your investments on a game of Russian roulette? Well go ahead and put your money where your mouth is," suggests a sense of recklessness and self-destructiveness that is driving the singer's behavior. They are challenging themselves to confront the extreme risks and consequences of their actions, both in their personal relationships and their own life. Ultimately, the song is a powerful expression of the struggle to break free from addiction and regret, and find a way to move forward.


Line by Line Meaning

Here it is again, my daily dose of medicine.
The singer is referring to alcohol as his medicine, which he consumes daily.


My orchestra of miniature violins.
The singer uses the metaphor of miniature violins to describe his pain that he drowns with alcohol.


Here I go again, wishing I was dead, wishing you were dead.
The singer is consumed with depression and self-hatred where he wishes to be dead or for someone else to be dead.


Wishing that these bottles could refill themselves cause’ there’s no more free drinks in hell.
The singer wishes he didn't have to stop drinking, but he is aware that there are consequences to his actions and the price to pay for drinking alcohol is eventually experiencing hell on earth.


But the alcohol won’t burn for long when all my wounds are gone.
The singer knows that alcohol is only a temporary solution to his problems and that it can't cure his wounds or his pain.


And I'm so sick of writing songs that creatively hide everything I’ve done wrong, Until you’re gone.
The singer is tired of hiding his flaws and wrongdoings and finding ways to conceal them in his music, despite it being a therapeutic outlet for him. He wishes he could express everything he's done wrong, but he's waiting for someone to leave his life before he does so.


And I'm trying so hard to be upset, but it's hard when I got no hard place to be between, sitting on this rock with you doing what I’m supposed to.
The singer feels pressure to be upset about his life, but he is comfortable and complacent with his current situation, which includes sitting outside and drinking with someone.


We’ll cheers until our bottles break over all the future mistakes that we’ll make.
The singer and his companion will continue to drink together until they break their bottles, hoping to forget about the mistakes they anticipate making in the future.


So let’s go drink some more mistakes.
The singer wants to forget about his and his drinking partner's mistakes by drinking.


And would you stand by all those things you said with a loaded gun stuck to your head?
The singer is challenging someone if they would stand by their words if they had a gun pointed at their head.


Well go ahead, say them again.
The singer encourages the person to repeat their words, knowing they will probably backtrack when faced with the reality of mortality.


And would you stand by all your investments on a game of Russian roulette?
The singer is questioning whether someone would risk everything they have on a game of chance like Russian roulette.


Well go ahead and put your money where your mouth is.
The singer is daring the person to follow through on the wager and prove their conviction or to back down.


Spray your bank account across these walls, soak the floors and doors with change, spraying oil from your veins, knowing that you died in vain, knowing that I stayed the same, knowing that I quit this game and cashed in your remains.
The singer's imagery has escalated to extreme violence where he is encouraging the person to spray their bank account all over the room and spill their blood and organs to show they died without accomplishing anything. The singer remained the same and quit the game while the other lost everything and died.




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