Hostages - Nervosa

The dripping blood

The open wound

The blurred vision

The hours waiting

So many are even worse

There is no cure, no remedy

There’s no remedy!

At the hospital we’re hostages

Of public money we’re hostages

Hospital!

Hostages!

Hospital!

Hostages!

The dripping blood

Pain dominating

Throbbing and constant

Strewn through the aisle

Neglect, contempt

Suffering, torture!

There’s no remedy!

At the hospital we’re hostages

Of the government we’re hostages

Hospital!

Hostages!

Hospital!

Hostages!