They told me that the wiring
Was somehow all misfiring
And screwing up the signals in my brain
And then they told me chemistry
The juice and not the circuitry
Was mixing up and making me insane
What happens when the burn has healed, but the skin has not regrown?
What happens when the cast, at last, comes off
And then you find the break was always in another bone?
They tried a million meds and
They strapped me to their beds and
They shrugged and told me, "That's the way it goes"
But finally you hit it!
I asked you just what did it
You shrugged and said that no one really knows
What happens if the medicine wasn't really in control?
What happens if the cut, the burn, the break
Was never in my brain, or in my blood, but in my soul?
What happens if the cut, the burn, the break
Was never in my brain, or in my blood, but in my soul?
