Lyrics

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 (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...
Writer(s): Dallas Green, Jesse Ingelevics, Wade Macneil, George Pettit, Chris Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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