I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch
I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch
I tried to call the nurse again but she's being a little bitch
I think I'll get outta here, where I can
RUN....just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill
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