Wired
I don’t know what’s got into me lately,
maybe it’s a full moon,
maybe it’s this dull room.
I feel wired, I feel wild.
I don’t know why authority hates me,
seems like a mystery,
or maybe it’s my history.
I feel wired, I feel wild.
I don’t know why I’m climbing up buildings,
maybe I’m a superman,
maybe I’m a stupid man.
I feel wired, I feel wild.
I can’t feel anything,
no adrenaline but then again
this medicine’s been meddling with me.
A chemical lobotomy
they’re selling me, they’re prodding me,
and telling me I oughta be not me.
Autor(es): Silas Durocher