Chemical X from Staten Static by The heartless Artichokes

My brain produces a chemical
That yours and everyone else's don't
I don't know how or why
But it's been diagnosed
By the men in their masks
And pristine white lab coats

They won't tell me what it does
they won't let me leave the room
It's hard to see a future
Not bursting out at the seams with gloom

I am their experiment
They watch me through glass walls
Sometimes they ask me questions I don't like
sometimes I get really bad headaches

I take a cocktail of pills every night and every morning
Sometimes the dread creeps up on me without warning
I try to talk to the scientists to try and get some answers
But they never respond
They just move like silent dancers

I've been tested I've been scanned
I move around the room like a shipwrecked pirate on deserted land
And pay close attention to the stars

I'm planning my escape
And I've been planning carefully,Meticulously
Nows time to execute like it's overtime in game 7
I will expose them like they studied me
Bloodied and red handed

Catch me if you can
Tomorrow I'll be on the wind
Or in the sea
Or high up in the branches of a California Oak tree

The point is they won't see me here!!!
I heard what one scientist thought they whispered into another's ear
Tomorrow they wont see me here

I'll be Gone

• Acoustic
• anti-folk
• folk punk
• lofi
• singer-songwriter
• Ypsilanti