Seems like there's a conspiracy
All designed to make me a**ociate
Happiness with commodities
And i hate the fact that only an addiction
Can trigger my creativity
Off for a maintenance of me
I'm exactly what i seem
All used up and ready to give in
Losing protons at every hello
I'm sick of d**
And how nothing else
Allows me to have
A proper conversation
Lovers will appeal for caffeine
And immigrants rely on chloramine
I'm sick of chemistry
And i fear it might never get away
Off for a maintenance of me
I'm exactly what i seem
Everyday i feel like a carbon waste
Losing protons at every hello