Joy Electric - Four Gone Pierre Lyrics

what dictates,
is it your love or your distaste?
as with science, appliances,
i'm acquired taste
or chalk beneath your nails,
why so afraid,
of what electricity made?
comfort please
it takes so little to appease
on the dials, my rivals win
they told me
"there's no need let yourself out to please"

why so afraid, so afraid
so afraid, so afraid?