Alexisonfire - Accidents lyrics
[Alexisonfire - Accidents lyrics]
The wait, 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 humor us before we die?
(Repair all my defects) 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, Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Let's redefine let's redefine
Let's redefine let's redefine
Let's redefine let's 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 (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
We wouldn't
Need to be hooked up to these machines
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa)