Restless Heart Syndrome

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

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