From small pains to fiery burns
These are the symptoms 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, if this is chemical
Then I am not afraid to be bound by impulses of science

If this is chemical, oh, if this is chemical
Oh, if this is chemical, 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 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 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, 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, 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, if this is chemical
Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses
If this is chemical, if this is chemical
If this is chemical
Then I can't remember how to feel