Where's the medic at?
Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets,
well I'm neither one but I can see what's inside.
Some say ther're Jesus and some claim to be prophets,
well I'm neither one but I can see that you're loosing your touch.
And now you're running away from.
All the ghosts of your past, all the scars that remind you.
What are you running away from,
and do you think you'll find what it is your searching for.
What is it your searching for?
Some of you believe there's no way of escaping
the scars of your past hold you down like a straitjacket.
Yeah you know me,
I used to sleep with a straitjacket on.
Yeah you know me.
And now your running away from.
All the ghosts of your past, all the scars that remind you.
What are you running away from,
and do you think you'll find what it is your searching for.
Someone call the medic, we've lost our mind.
Someone call the medic now, or we're dead.
(I'm not a monster, I'm just a sick man.
Who would do anything to have his soul back.)
Scars
are our sourvenirs,
the one thing
that we never loose.
Where's the medic at?
Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets,
well I'm neither one but I can see what's inside.
Some of you believe there's no way of escaping
the scars of your past hold you down like a straitjacket.
Yeah you know me,
I used to sleep with a straitjacket on.
Yeah you know me;
only the medic can bring me back.