Drift
Jan Blomqvist Lyrics

Give me chemicals, give me chemicals
The singer desires more substances to help them forget their problems.

I need more chemicals, more chemicals
The singer is insistent on getting more substances to help them cope.

Graffiti for the wisdom, written on the wall
Street art offers insight and wisdom.

Code of the decade on the bathroom stall
Modern societal codes are written in public toilets.

You gonna let me forget who we are
The artist is worried they may lose their sense of self.

You're gonna get me back to the start
The singer believes substance abuse is making them regress.

Over the music time talks fast
Due to the loud music, time seems to pass quickly.

Can he who count it to hold on at last
The artist wonders if they will be able to endure their addiction.

Retina contracts, steps stop in their tracks
The artist's eyesight is failing and they cannot continue moving forward.

White wine like water, our false relax
The artist is drinking to escape reality.

Moving like chemicals on the floor
The singer and others are dancing like they are under the influence of drugs.

Almost mechanical, we're after more
The artist and others are addicted and continue to seek out more substances.

Stay disconnected the same as before
The singer and others are unable to form meaningful connections due to their addiction.

Feeling defected, revolving doors
The singer and others are trapped in a cycle of addiction.

So please give me something to sleep at night
The singer is seeking a substance to help them sleep.

And some for later to kill the light
The artist is seeking a substance to help them forget their problems.

Then give me something to feel the same
The artist wants more substances to experience the same high.

And some more chemicals to not feel ashamed
The singer wants more substances to help them stop feeling guilty about their addiction.

Please give me something to kill my pain
The singer wants a substance to help them numb their emotional pain.

Then give me chemicals to feel again
The artist wants more substances to help them experience emotions again.

Every new story writing the same vague
The artist feels like all new information is uninspiring.

Back international, cold black ink
The media portrays negative, emotionless stories.

Prescribe me some glasses to block the sight
The singer wants to block out negative sights/thoughts.

And ripe up some killers, and let them just fight
The artist wants to see violent retribution against bad actors.

Now throw in the chemicals into the fires
The singer wants to metaphorically burn down those who are against them.

Those fucking fanatics, chronical lies
The singer believes people who are against them are insincere and lying.

And walk through that forest they burning down
The singer is resigned to a world full of chaos and destruction.

Can't breathe anymore from our dusty ground
The artist feels like society is suffocating and polluted.

Cause we're killing everything to feed the towns
The artist sees human development as leading to environmental destruction.

Word on the streets: we've lost what we found
The singer feels like society has lost its way and its values.

So what is an animal waiting in line
The singer wonders about the worth of life for all living creatures.

Filled up with chemicals doing hard time
The artist sees humans and animals alike as being trapped in a cycle of addiction.

They see what they're in for, it's crystalline
The artist believes that the outcome of addiction is plainly obvious.

Habitual killers, so genuine
The artist sees substance addiction as a genuine problem.

So who are the villains or who should be
The singer asks who is to blame for the problems caused by addiction.

Don't know anymore what I should believe
The artist is uncertain about their beliefs.

I'm losing a line through reality
The singer is losing touch with reality.

They are changing the words just to match the scene
The singer believes others are changing their behavior to fit in.

Give me chemicals, give me chemicals
The singer still desires more substances to cope with their problems.

I need more chemicals, more chemicals
The artist is still insistent on getting more substances to cope.