Generations lost and left behind,
and as I search for answers I have found why
You see yesterday's methods are preached as today's gospel
Have we forgotten the purpose for a hospital?
Life here seems at ease
As usual the hospital is very clean
Everything seems to be in order here
But at a closer look the problem becomes clear
Level by level, floor by floor
I search every office and behind every door
I look down the corridors and I look through the halls
Every bed is full but the patients don't seem sick at all
Is this a hospital built only for the well
Outside the windows I see nothing but hell
I question the purpose of this facility,
and I hear shut up, who gave you authority”
Right to refuse service now hangs over the door
Dieing underneath it are a bunch of junkies and whores
Ritualistic, religious, obligation
Huh, used to work, but not in this generation
Disease is to dangerous to let in
This clinics purpose is very thin
If our icon truly won the battle,
Why don't we remove disease's shackles?
What good is a hospital if it doesn't treat the sick?
A hospital for the well, why does it exist?
Outside these walls I search for the truth,
I found out that this hospital is killing our youth
You throw the sick people out and speak of punishment
Casting stones of wrath and judgment
Ever think that you're out of line?
The sick are buried under these stones and you feel fine
But then I examine myself and I look within
Have I committed this very sin?
The truth hurts kind of like being burned
Admission to this clinic can never be earned
I say no more burdens or heavy yokes
A spark is set and a fire is stoked
It consumes my heart and my sole
I'll take the hospital out to the world as a whole
I'm done here, I'm knocking the dust off my feet as I go
If I do anything I'll see that you're overthrown
Because a hospital without any sick is like a tree without fruit
I'll treat the generations lost without you