“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 said I tried to call the nurse again but she's bein' a little bitch.I think I'll get outta here, where I canRun, 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.”