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Hospital Radio

(album: A Billion Heartbeats - 2020)


Daycare, malware
No 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Outdated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

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