Alexisonfire – Accidents

Alexisonfire – Accidents Lyrics

Artist: Alexisonfire
Song: Accidents

I’m not sure what’s worse
The waiting or the waiting room
“You’re next sir” becomes cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

Your god is a two door elevator
Do they even cure you?
(Cut me open drug me) or it is just to humor us
(Repair all my defects) before we die

If only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn’t need to be hooked up to these machines
Let’s redefine
(what it means to heal)

Let’s redefine
(what it means to heal)
Let’s redefine
(what it means to heal)

Let’s redefine
(what it means to heal)
Let’s redefine
(what it means to heal)

Let’s redefine
(what it means to heal)
Whoa whoa whoa
Do they even cure you?

(Cut me open drug me)or it is just to humor us
(Repair all my defects)before we die
If only we could heal ourselves
We wouldn’t need to be hooked up to these machines

Whao whoa whoa
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Release Year: 2004