Текст (слова) песни: Alexisonfire - Accidents

Im not sure whats worse
The waiting or the waiting room
"Youre 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 (Whoa whoa whoa...)
We wouldnt need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...)

Whoa whoa whoa...

Lets redefine [6x]
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 (Whoa whoa whoa...)
We wouldnt need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...)

Whoa whoa whoa...
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