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...