Jan Blomqvist - Drift

Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals.
I need more chemicals, more chemicals.

Graffiti wisdom written on the wall.
Quote of the decade, on the bathroom stall,

‘Your gonna let me forget who we are
your gonna get me back to the start’.

Over the music, time talks fast,
can't even count back to how long it lasts.

Retina contracts, steps stop in their tracks.

Wine white like water, our false relax.

Moving like chemicals, on the floor,
almost mechanical, we’re after more.

Stay disconnected, the same as before
feeling defected, revolving doors.

So please gimme something to sleep at night
and some for later, to kill the light.

Then gimme something to feel the same
and some more chemicals to not feel ashamed.

Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals.
I need more chemicals, more chemicals.




Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals.
I need more chemicals, more chemicals.

Please gimme something to kill the pain
then gimme chemicals to feel again.

Every news story writing the same
vague international cold bloody game.

Prescribe me some glasses to block the sights
of rapists and killers and religious fights.

They’re throwing their chemicals into the fires,
those fucking fanatical chronicled liars.

And walk through sad forests, they're burning down,
can't breathe anymore from our dusty ground,

Cuz we're killing everything, to feed the towns.

Word on the street, 'we lost what we found’.

So what is an animal waiting in line?
Filled up with chemicals, doing hard time.

They see what they're in for, it’s crystalline.
Habitual killers, so genuine.

So who are the villains or who should be?

Don't know anymore what I should believe.

I'm losing a line through reality,

they're changing the words just to match the scene.

Gimme chemicals, gimme chemicals.
I need more chemicals, more chemicals.