Alexisonfire - Accidents Lyrics
not sure what's worsethe wait or the waiting room"you're next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to yourecycled air, smell of sleep, and disinfetantyour god is a two-door elevatordo 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 ourselveswe wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machineslets redefine, what it means to healdo 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 ourselveswe wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines