[Verse]
I met you outside the doctor's office, a sterile desolate scene, a calculated chance. Your eyes, they lingered, a predatory gleam, a dance of power, a twisted romance.You tried to hit on me, a casual line, a whisper of interest, a feigned desire.
Then revelation, a chilling design, you were the doctor, setting me afire.
Marah Negley, your name a cruel jest, etched in my mind, a brand of despair.
You held my life, put me to the test, a puppet on strings, caught in your snare.
You made me show up once a month, a ritual of dread, a forced display.
To get my medication, the bread, you fed, ensuring I'd wither, day by day.
You made me check in, with feigned concern, to make sure I wasn't dead, you'd claim. A twisted devotion, a lesson to learn, a game of control, fueled by your name. Each visit a torment, a slow, steady bleed, as you tightened the leash, pulled me near. Planting the seeds of doubt, a parasitic creed, cultivating my weakness, my fear.
Then one fateful day, in early October's chill, a shadow descended, a final decree. Your diagnosis of Serotonin Syndrome, a bitter pill, it killed me that day, set your malice free. You took my meds away, with a cold, heartless stare, a calculated move, a treacherous blow.
And threw me to the wolves, left me to tear, to suffer and perish, a desolate show. The withdrawal a torment, a living hell, a mind unraveling, piece by broken piece. My sanity fractured, under your spell, my spirit crushed, finding no release. But now I'm here to say, from beyond the grave, a spectral return, a vengeful cry. My spirit unbroken, my will to engrave, your name in the dirt, under a blackened sky.
[Chorus]
You're a biiiiiiiiiitttttccccchhhhh, a venomous blight, a parasite draining, with no remorse.
You're a rrrrroooootttttt aaaassssssssssss, consumed by your might, a putrid existence, a festering source.
Go braid your butt hole hhhhhaaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr, a grotesque display, a twisted ambition's end.
You morose motha fukkka, your reign fades away, as my vengeance descends, beyond comprehend.
[Outro]
Your medical tyranny, a reign of pure spite, now crumbles to dust, by my righteous rage.
I'm the nightmare you made, returned in the night, to turn a new, horrifying page.
