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Hospital RadioDaycare, malwareNo longer sleeping Weeping under blankets Panic button flashing Gasping for a cowboy killer Cold and calculated Outdated Alone and dying I don't understand, oh no I don't understand, oh no I'm reaching out a hand Helpline, daytime television Permission for patient pending Trembling and absent-minded Blinded, missing in action I don't understand, oh no I don't understand, oh no Who is in command I don't understand When you're laying in your bed, raw cold and bleeding Wondering when the hell it all went wrong Praying that your prayers still hold some meaning We will be the spell at the end of your tongue Hours turn into seasons As you wait around to die Howling out for Jesus But he waves and walks on by I don't understand, oh no I don't understand, oh no I'm reaching out a hand Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me When you're laying in your bed, old soiled and screaming Wondering when the hell it all went wrong Wired up to keep your cold, cold heart beating We will be the pill on the end of your tongue When you're hanging by a thread staring at the ceiling Kicking at the chair you're standing on Strangling until you're no longer breathing We will be the air inside your lungs Our blood is not for sale Our blood is not for sale Our blood is not for sale Our blood is not for sale |