Chemical

The room will spin and eyes will blur.
For a moment, you'll think that you were
Floating somewhere off in outer space
Away from this more earthly place.

Dance, sing, in dischord brave.
This chemical doesn't take much to deprave.
Turn yourself into a new someone;
That's one idea of fun.
Throw yourself, lose yourself, forget your name.

Why waste time to simply be sane?
Isn't it better to love hard and fast
And then to only to be forgetten, left for dead last?
Give it all up, for they wait to see
The worst brought out, in you and in me.
I won't be around because,
when it's done,
That's no idea of fun.