My migraine makes me ill
My electricity is low
My laceration soothes itself
My chemicals flow
And I'm boosting what I take
Just like the Germans, getting off
On herbal vacuum - pumps of blow
It shows all I know

And I drop and I drop
And my body levels drop
And my nerves clogging up
Sucking all the substance up

With this method that I have found
I'm redressing all I know
I can change the amount of God
That wraps around me
From a satellite they fire
Serotonin from eight miles
Above Deeside in binary
It orbits my street

(Redux, redux, redux, redux
Redux, redux, redux, redux
Redux, redux, redux, redux)
My chemist is the only friend that I've got

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