Album: Watch Out! (2004)
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 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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