Restless Heart Syndrome
I've got a really bad diseaseIt's got me begging on my hands and kneesSo, take me to emergencyCause something seems to be missingSomebody take the pain awayIt's like an ulcer bleeding in my brainSo send me to the pharmacy so I can lose my memory
I'm elated, medicatedLord knows I tried to find a way to run away
I think they found another cureFor broken hearts and feeling insecureYou'd be surprised what I endureWhat makes you feel so self-assured
I need to find a place to hideYou never know what could be waiting outsideThe accidents that you could findIt's like some kind of suicide
So what ails you, is what impales youI feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied
I'm a victim of my symptomI am my own worst enemyYou're a victim of your symptomYou are your own worst enemyKnow your enemy
I'm elated, medicatedI am my own worst enemySo what ails you is what impales youYou are your own worst enemyYou're a victim of the system