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!..
[Whoa whoa whoa...]
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!..