Accidents

I'm not sure what's worse The waiting or the waiting room "You're next, sir" becomes 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 it is just to humor us (Repair all my defects) before we die If only we could heal ourselves (whoa, whoa, whoa) 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 it is just to humor us (Repair all my defects) before we die If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa, whoa, whoa) We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa