Restless Heart Syndrome

I've got a really bad disease

It's got me begging

On my hands and knees

Take me to the emergency

'Cause something seems to be missing

Somebody take the pain away

It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain

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 self-assure?



I need to find a place to hide

You never know what could be

Waiting outside

The accidents 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