Burn and Turn

Sometimes we feel like we have lost our identities

Another stranger keeps looking at us suspiciously

Our bodies stricken with bruises

And our arms are weak

From all the problems keeping solutions out of reach

We crumble nervously

In need of surgery

A new identity

Desperately seeking change

And now this fantasy

Becomes reality

Another gallery

Of people they think are strange

And we try and we try to deny it

To keep from the burn and turn

And we need some inspiration to keep from going crazy.

Sometimes we feel like were imprisoned with no release, locked in a taxi on

Fremont going 103

Our beds are made at home but we don't get any sleep.

We feel like zombies feeding our excessive needs

Sometimes they're chemical

Mostly they're sexual

But never logical

These patterns are hard to change

And all this flattery

Distorts our sanity

We act neurotically

Old habits are hard to break.

And we try and we try to deny it, to keep from the burn and turn.

We need some inspiration to keep from going crazy.

And we're lost in translation without a place to be

And we try and we try to deny it to keep from the burn and turn