[Originally by Alexisonfire]    I'm not sure what's worse  The waiting or the waiting room  and "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    Do they even cure you? (Cut me open drug me)  Or is it just to humor us before we die?   If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa whoa whoa...)  We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa whoa whoa...)    Whoa whoa whoa........    Do they even cure you?   Or is it just to humor us before we die?    Whoa whoa whoa........    Let's redefine  Whoa whoa whoa..... [repeated]