Sometimes I wonder
if I should be medicated
if I would feel better
just lightly sedated
a feeling comes so fast
and I cannot control it
I'm on fire but I'm trying not
to show it as it picks
me up, puts me
down, picks me up, puts
me down, picks me up
puts me down
A hundred times a day
it picks me up
puts me down
it chews me up, spits me
out, picks me up
puts me down
I'm always
running from something
I push it back
but it keeps on coming
and being clever
never got me very far
Because it's all in my head
and "You're too sensitive"
they said I said "Okay but
let's discuss this
at the hospital" as it
Picks me up
Puts me down
Picks me up
Puts me down
Picks me up
Puts me down
A hundred times a day
it picks me up
puts me down
it chews me up, spits me
out, picks me up
puts me down
But I hear the music
I feel the beat
and for a moment
when I'm dancing
I am free
I hear the music
I feel the beat
and for a moment
when I'm dancing
I am free
I am free
Is this how it is?
Is this how
it's always been?
To exist in the face
of suffering and death
and somehow
still keep singing?
Oh like Christ
up on a cross
Who died for us
Who died for what?
Oh don't you wanna
call it off?
But there is nothing else
that I know how to do
But to open up my arms
and give it all to you
'Cause I hear the music
I feel the beat
and for a moment
when I'm dancing
I am free
I am free
I am free
I am free