Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated

If I would feel better just lightly sedated

The 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

It picks me up, puts me down

Picks me up, puts me down a hundred times a day

It picks me up, puts me down

Chews me up, spits me out

Picks me up and 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

"You're too sensitive" they said

I said "okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital".

Picks me up, puts me down

It picks me up, puts me down

Picks me up, puts me down a hundred times a day

Picks me up, puts me down

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.