One of my favorite bands, out of way too many to name.
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 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
Let's redefine
What it means to heal