The Enemy

You've got it bad, you don't hide it from the world
You wear the stakes through your heart like precious gold
You tar and feather and you feel justified
You're the saint and they are demons in your eyes

You can't forget
You're living off the pain
The hurt is oh so bad — it's your excuse
But you can't stop the enemy
'Cause the enemy is you

Your heart clenched like a fist, an eye for an eye
You keep on fighting and there's always more to fight
Your cigarette's down to ashes, so here's to the burn
Of whiskey double down the hatch, then Judas has his turn

You can't forget
You're living off the pain
The hurt is oh so bad — it's your excuse
But you can't stop the enemy
'Cause the enemy is you

You've got it bad, no you don't hide it from the world
A medal of honor hanging off every word
You rage and you roar, but it don't satisfy
When the bottle's empty and your fists hide your crying eyes

You can't forget
You're living off the pain
The hurt is oh so bad — it's your excuse
But you can't stop the enemy
'Cause the enemy is you

You can't forgive
You're living off the pain
The hurt is oh so bad — it's your excuse
But you can't stop the enemy
No you can’t stop
No you can’t stop the enemy
'Cause the enemy is you.