Accidents

I'm not sure what's worse

The waiting or the waiting room

"You're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you

Recycled air

the smell of sleep and disinfectant

Your god is a two door elevator

Do they even cure you

(Cut me open drug me)

Or is it just to humor us before we die

(Repair all my defects)

If only we could heal ourselves

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Let's redefine

Let's redefine

Let's redefine

Let's redefine

Let's redefine

Let's redefine

What it means to heal

Do they even cure you

(Cut me open drug me)

Or is it just to humor us before we die

(Repair all my defects)

If only we could heal ourselves

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines