Self-Medication

Satanic Surfers

Not sure what's wrong with my mind
But I always seem to find
Some excuse to bring myself down

I should know better by now
It's strange, but yet somehow
So far I've managed not to drown

Though it brings me to my knees
Some call it a disease
But I can't seem to get it

So I might as well just pour me another glass
Of sweet self-medication
Cause I can't seem to get my head out of my ass
Without an offering of libation
To hit rock-bottom, and lose it all
Down is the only way to fall

Past, present & future erased
I don't even like the taste
Just the way it helps me to forget

Some would say I'm immature
Just hiding that I'm insecure
Convince myself there'll be no regrets

But it brings me to my knees
Some call it a disease
But I can't seem to get it

Let's not confuse my disease with my condition
My disease is a side effect of my condition
But my condition was not my decision
You know it's easy to point fingers
When your own life just lingers
In the cesspool of the social ladder
So before you bring on the dancing girls
And put the champagne on ice
You'd better think twice
Before you drain your bladder... All over me

But it brings me to my knees
Some call it a disease
But I can't seem to get it

So I might as well just pour me another glass
Of sweet self-medication
Cause I can't seem to get my head out of my ass
Without an offering of libation

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