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 night nurse 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

let's redefine let's redefine

let's redefine let's redefine

 let's redefine let's redefine

 what it means to heal