I'm a chemical It is natural No need to be alarmed I'm re-actable I'm a troubled soul I Smile to keep you fooled you know But beneath the table is a soul From the top you'll never know Think of all the damage that I've done That I never hear of But every seed comes from the dark Tonight I don't need no one Let me be undone I bit my lip Until it bled red A quart upon the floor So when I slip and crack My head at least it's then I know just what I'm I dying for You know you do it too. Beneath the table is the toll From the top you'll now Think of all the damage that you've done