Have you ever had enough of it?
Straight over it, sick of it, can’t get a hold of it?
Like a drug I need another fix
I’m a moth to a flame and I’ll burn for the hell of it
Battle scar ’cause I lost the fight
Every time I take a breath it’s like I’m losing my life
Fuck it, why am I so dysfunctional?
So irrational? I don’t know what to do…
The medicine you said you only injected under pressure
Crashing the fluids in your spine, worse than acupuncture
Don’t expect me to stay for another panache dosage round
I’ll down another shot of NyQuil to sleep safe and sound
Madness is the disease you declared was the supreme cure
Sane is just an inadequate substitute for the epiphanies pure
But if that’s the case, then why did you have to lock me up
In the asylum you once revered, and my system left to rot?
Will they forget the failed experiment that is my botched heart?
When your scientific curiosity deigned for its imminent restart
But the shocking electric currents seemed to pass the wrong way
Now my body’s shaking uncontrollably, and you pushed me away
But despite playing the doctor, you killed more than you healed
With each accident you’ve revived, more saline fluid was spilled
It’s okay, I know my nameless wounds would bleed out like death
And I’ll let you mark it in the coroner’s report, outline by the bullet
You conducted my autopsy, hoping to find and satisfy the missing answer
I would’ve told you myself, darling, if only you had asked me a little nicer
But when you finally satiate your desire to create and mitigate destruction
I’ll be there standing at the wreckage, all primed to pull the loaded weapon.
So I push you away until you beg me to stay
Just for the thrill of the chase, you got me intoxicated
Fucked in the head from all the things that we did
But I will never forget I need you, my medication…