Released on April 6, 2004

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[Verse]

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


[Pre-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)


[Chorus]

If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)


[Interlude]

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)


[Bridge]

Let's redefine, let's redefine

Let's redefine, let's redefine

Let's redefine, let's redefine

What it means to heal


[Pre-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)


[Chorus]

If only we could heal ourselves (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)


[Outro]

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Whoa, whoa, whoa)