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 make 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 you're 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 worse 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