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From small pins 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 'em
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 the 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 surgin' bolts
These are the signals of 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
Then 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
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 the 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
From small pins 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 'em   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 the 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 surgin' bolts   These are the signals of 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   Then 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   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 the 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