Health Held Hostage Video (MV)

The office walls, they whisper low, can you hear the echoes in the phone?
Another claim, another plea, is your sanity worth more than me?
The fine print hides, a cruel design, can you read between the dotted lines?
They'll tell you peace, can't be defined, can a broken mind ever be kind?

And the gears keep turning slow, another voice on hold, you know
The man behind the curtain sighs, another teardrop, another lie

Oh, the insurance man, with his heart of sand, he holds your health in the palm of his hand
He counts your tears, and weighs your fears, and whispers"sorry" in your ears

The doctor speaks, a knowing tone, can you find solace when you're alone?
Another pill, to ease the pain, can you buy your freedom from this chain?
The system groans, under the weight, can a broken spirit ever be straight?
They'll build a wall, around your soul, can a broken promise ever make you whole?

And the gears keep turning slow, another voice on hold, you know
The man behind the curtain sighs, another teardrop, another lie

Oh, the insurance man, with his heart of sand, he holds your health in the palm of his hand
He counts your tears, and weighs your fears, and whispers"sorry" in your ears

The newspapers scream, of broken dreams, can you find the meaning in between?
Another soul, lost in the night, can you fight the darkness with all your might?
The politicians lie, beneath the sun, can a nation divided ever be one?
They'll sell you hope, in a plastic guise, can a broken system ever truly rise?

And the gears keep turning slow, another voice on hold, you know
The man behind the curtain sighs, another teardrop, another lie

Oh, the insurance man, with his heart of sand, he holds your health in the palm of his hand
He counts your tears, and weighs your fears, and whispers"sorry" in your ears

Oh, the insurance man, with his heart of sand, he holds your health in the palm of his hand
He counts your tears, and weighs your fears, and whispers"sorry" in your ears