Free

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, 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" (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 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