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...
Writer(s): Dallas Green, Jesse Ingelevics, Wade Macneil, George Pettit, Chris Steele
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