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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