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 Woh wow wow Woh wow wow woh woh Woh wow wow Woh wow wow woh woh Lets redefine Lets redefine Lets redefine Lets redefine Lets redefine Lets 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 Woh wow wow Woh wow wow woh woh Woh wow wow Woh wow wow woh woh