Accidents
Alexisonfire
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
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
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
Whao whoa whoa...
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