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?

G:(CUT ME OPEN DRUG ME) Or it is just to humor us

G:(Repair ALL MY DEFECTS) Before we die

If only we could heal ourselves

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Lets redefine [6x]

(WHAT IT MEANS TO HEAL)

Whoa whoa whoa...

Do they even cure you?

G:(CUT ME OPEN DRUG ME)Or it is just to humor us

G:(Repair ALL MY DEFECTS)Before we die

If only we could heal ourselves

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Whao whoa whoa...