Accidents Are on Purpose

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
(Woah...)
Or is it just to humour us before we die
(Woah...)
If Only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn't. need to be hooked up to these machines

Whoa whoa whoa...

Do they even cure you

Or is it just to humour us before we die

Let's redefine (6x)
(Woah...)
What it means to heal

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

Whoa whoa whoa...