Lyrics

[Verse] Yeah, not sure what's worse 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 [Chorus] 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 We could heal ourselves We wouldn't Need to be hooked up to these machines Let's fucking hear it [Interlude] Everybody, all the way in the back [Bridge] Let's redefine Let's redefine Let's redefine Let's redefine Let's redefine Let's redefine What it means to heal [Chorus] 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 We could heal ourselves We wouldn't Need to be hooked up to these machines Right fucking now, St. Catharines [Interlude] Louder