Accidents

Not sure what's worse, the wait 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 humor 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

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Let's redefine, let's redefine

Let's redefine, let's redefine

Let's redefine, let's redefine

What it means to heal

Do they even cure you?

Cut me open, drug me

Or is it just to humor 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

Whoa, whoa, whoa