From the recording Bleu

Recorded at Postal Recording in Indianapolis

Thomas East - Guitar, Vocals
Sam Purtee - Bass
Michael Klein - Saxophone
Aaron Randall - Percussion
Jordan Maddox - Guitar

Lyrics

Desire for exhaustion
Expulsion of energy
C'mon baby
Let's see what I want to see
With these Chemicals Reactin

Gimme a taste
Of what it feels like
To explode
Leave me without any pieces left

Let's make
Let's make something new
Ya know ya got to
Gimme a channel to plug into

I wanna see what this energy
Can do to you
And do for me
Darkness doesn't exist
When you're this deep

Open your palm
See how close these eyes can be
With these Chemicals Reactin

HEY

The ghosts on Freemont
Eat shit as I blast away
Top down
Fifth gear in five seconds down Lexington
And these Chemicals Reactin

Tear off your pages
Wanna see the glue
On your spine
If it don't make sense
Then you better make it rhyme

We live in tornado alley
And I see stirring on
The horizon line
With these Chemicals Reactin

Do you wanna talk about
The Things I Need?
Or maybe we could just get
Something to eat
With these Chemicals Reactin

Let's make
Let's make something new
You know ya got to
Gimme a channel to plug into

You gotta plug me in