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