Accidents Lyrics by Alexisonfire

Accidents Lyrics

    not sure what's worse
    the waiting or the waiting room
    "Your next sir" becomes a cruel taunt to you
    recycled air, smell of sleep, and disinfetant
    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
    (repair all my defects)
    if only we could heal ourselves
    we wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

    lets redefine, what it means to heal

    do they even cure you
    (cut me open drug me)
    or is it just to humor 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


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