Accidents Are On Purpose
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โฑ๏ธ 5:40 duration
๐ ID: 5615717
๐ 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...
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...