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 elavator



* Do they even cure you

(CUT ME OPEN DRUG ME)

Or is it just to humour 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 (6x)

What it means to heal



[Repeat *]



Whao whoa whoa...