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

Do they even cure you Or is it just to humour us before we die 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 Or is it just to humour us before we die If Only we could heal ourselves We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Whao whoa whoa... 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

Do they even cure you Or is it just to humour us before we die 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 Or is it just to humour us before we die If Only we could heal ourselves We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Whao whoa whoa...