| Zer how to feel
|
| If this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Than I am not afraid to be bound
|
| To the impulses of science
|
| If this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Than I am not ashamed to be owned
|
| By the impulses from small shocks to surging bolts
|
| These are the signals from my spinal post
|
| Sent down the wires through their lines and folds
|
| Into a riot on my frontal lobe
|
| I’m going through the motions
|
| I’m going through the motions
|
| I’m going through the motions
|
| I’m going through 'em
|
| But I can’t remember how to feel
|
| Since I ran my hands over you
|
| Nothing else will ever do now to cool me down
|
| If this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Than I am not ashamed
|
| To be owned by the impulses
|
| Since I ran my hands over you
|
| Nothing else will enver do Since I ran my hands over you
|
| Nothing else will ever do Since I ran my hands over you
|
| Nothing else will ever do now to cool me down
|
| If this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Than I am not afraid to be bound
|
| To the impulses of science
|
| If this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Oh if this is chemical
|
| Than I am not ashamed to be owned
|
| By the impulses of science |