Accidents Lyrics by Alexisonfire
All Alexisonfire Lyricsperformed by : Alexisonfire
language : english
added on : March 22, 2009
modified on : September 15, 2009
Accidents
I'm not sure what's worseThe 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
[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
Whoa whoa whoa...
Let's redefine [6x]
What it means to heal
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
Whao whoa whoa...