Sometimes we feel like we've lost our identities
Another stranger keeps looking at us suspiciously
Our body 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 we're in prison with no release

Locked in a taxi on (?) and 103
Our beds are made at home where we won't get any sleep
We feel like zombies feeding our excessive need

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

And 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

(oh yeah, to keep from the burn and turn)

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
And 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
To keep from the burn and...