I get a call from outside my room, they ask me what are you doing, i answer "Im just curing my disease", "Are you okay" im asked again, "Im taking medicine, my friend".
(chorus): With this gun to my head, "Im taking Medicine" i said as i began to cure my evil disease, eating away inside me. as the blood begans to fall i think that i may loose it all, but yet again my choice is for the best, my own prescription medicine .
Before my doctor picked the way, it was between one of 3, the razars , pills , and skills of bullets all layed out before me, why did i pick the quicker way, gun with most blood, pills with least pain. and now i push the others off the table.
(chorus): With this gun to my head, "Im taking Medicine" i said as i began to cure my evil disease, eating away inside me. as the blood begans to fall i think that i may loose it all, but yet again my choice is for the best, my own prescription medicine .
Did i make the right choice, should i cry, or should i rejoice, can i leave this body take my soul to.
Tis impossible.
(chorus): With this gun to my head, "Im taking Medicine" i said as i began to cure my evil disease, eating away inside me. as the blood begans to fall i think that i may loose it all, but yet again my choice is for the best, my own prescription medicine .
