| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| I wanna get high on something | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| Every wide open space | |
| It's the gaping holes that get to you | |
| They frighten you | |
| An echo of your emptiness | |
| Every lie that you've fed | |
| You can kiss my open spaces | |
| I am safe from you | |
| I'm better now, | |
| I'm better now | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| I wanna get high on something | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| Every scan | |
| I've erased | |
| Leave a memory that will prey on you | |
| An overspill | |
| I hope it will, | |
| I hope it will | |
| All the time | |
| I have wasted | |
| Tasted Bitterness | |
| Now I confess, you waste my space | |
| At any time, at any rate | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| I wanna get high on something | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| Now you're up against a wall | |
| It's the other side that scares you | |
| And you're groping through the hole | |
| And you're hoping for a way out | |
| Your strength is on it's last legs | |
| You could be somewhere else | |
| Instead you're blinded by the way out | |
| The way out | |
| And it's right here | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| I wanna get high on something | |
| I wanna get wired on something new | |
| I wanna get high on something | |
| I wanna get high on something |