The Clocks and Chemicals
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Well, it feels like this: all the clocks and chemicals
Rise and erase and blot out all the miracles
And the words that she says come out sounding identical to him
And one day he'll commune with the dead and spiritual
But now in reality he wants what's physical
It's a mental blockade made a true individual through them
The warmth comes in the form of a happy gun
It blows him away to the sand and the sun
With no shirt on his back and no shoes on his feet
Swept away by the touch of his soles on the street
A weather vane in a hurricane
He never stood a chance
Now the time has come for him to swallow his medicine
The world that he stands on seems far too reticent
To be spinning in space, just a rock that was jettisoned through time
And he can see through his mind that he's insignificant
The speed of the earth has twice lapped the intimate
Numbers of people made up of the infinite, and none prime
When the cold comes, he knows that he's finally arrived
There's a gold sun; the warmth is chemically derived
Minutes pass with the hands beaming back on his face
Outcast since he knows that he can't win the race
The rules of the game are demented and strange
He never stood a chance