Hospital Radio - Mystery Jets

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Outdated, alone and dying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, hold on to me, hold on

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