I'm in a crisis
I need [bad word] on mood shift, shift back to good [bad word] on mood shift, shift back to good [bad word] on, be a friend

Nina Twin is trying to help, and I
Really hope that she succeeds
Though I picked the thorny path myself
I'm afraid, afraid of where it leads

Chemicals, don't strangle my pen
Chemicals, don't make me sick again
I'm always so dubious of your intent
Like I can't afford to replace what you've spent

Nina Twin is trying to help, and I
Really hope she gets me straight
Because my own inner cosmology
Has [bad word] too dense to navigate

I'm in a crisis
I need [bad word] on mood shift, shift back to good [bad word] on mood shift, shift back to good [bad word] on, be a friend

Chemicals, don't flatten my mind
Chemicals, don't mess me up this time
Know you bait me way more than you should
And it's just like you to hurt me when I'm feeling good [bad word] on chemicals