From small pains to fiery burns
These are the signals of my dying nerves
Singed by the heat of your lines and curves
Into a fire that could scorch the earth
I'm going through the motions
I'm going through the motions
I'm going through the motions
I'm going through them, but I can't remember how to feel
If this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Oh, if this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Then I am not afraid to be bound to impulses of science
If this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Oh, if this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses
From small shocks to surging bolts
These are the signals from my spinal cords
Sent down the wires through the lines and folds
Into a wire 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 them, 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
Then I am not afraid to be bound to impulses of science
If this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Oh, if this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses
Since I ran my hands over you
Nothing else will ever 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
Then I am not afraid to be bound to impulses of science
If this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Oh, if this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses of science
If this is chemical, if this is chemical
If this is chemical, if this is chemical
(I can't remember how to feel)
If this is chemical, if this is chemical
If this is chemical, if this is chemical
Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses of science

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