Paroles de Accidents Are On Purpose

[Originally by Alexisonfire] I'm not sure what's worse The waiting or the waiting room and "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 humor us before we die? If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa whoa whoa...) We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...) Whoa whoa whoa........ Do they even cure you? Or is it just to humor us before we die? Whoa whoa whoa........ Let's redefine Whoa whoa whoa..... [repeated]