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 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. I'm elated, medicated. I am my own worst enemy. So what ails you is what impales you, you are your own worst enemy, you're a victim of the system, you are your own worst enemy, you're a victim of the system, you are your own worst enemy.
