Alexisonfire - Accidents

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
(CUT ME OPEN DRUG ME)
Or is it just to humour 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
What it means to heal

Do they even cure you
(CUT ME OPEN DRUG ME)
Or is it just to humour 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


[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Stone Sour - Inhale

Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself
He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it
There it goes again, he's listening to someone
He hears the bitter laughter
And all he wants to know is...

Why... does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try... the inhale that makes the exhale so much better

He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean
He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts
Come one and all and see what happened...that broken man is me

There it goes again, I can hear it louder
It doesn't feel good anymore
All I want to know is...

Why... does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try... the inhale that makes the exhale so much better

NOW I KNOW I DISAPPEAR!
I CAN'T FIND MY WAY FROM OUT OF HERE!
EVERYTHING IS FADING ON ME!
SOMEONE TELL ME ... someone tell me...
Someone tell me

Why... does any of it matter? (I can't take it anymore)
You've gotta try... the inhale that makes the exhale so much better .

WHY!
WHY!
YOU GOTTA TRY!
TRY!
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