I've got a really bad disease. It's got me begging on my hands and knees
So take me to emergency, 'cause something seems to be missing.
Somebody take the pain away, it's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain.
So send me to the pharmacy, so I can lose my memory
I'm elated, medicated
Lord knows I've tried to find a way, to run away
I think they found another cure, for broken hearts and feeling insecure.
You'd be surprised what I endure.
What makes you feel so self-assured?
I need to find a place to hide.
You never know what could be waiting outside.
The accidents that you could find, it's like some kind of suicide
So what ails you is what impales you.
I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied.
I'm a victim of my symptom, i am my own worst enemy. You're a victim of your symptom, you are your own worst enemy. Know your enemy.