**[Chorus – Slow, haunting, half-sung half-rapped, heavier distortion]**
Dr lean in deeper, covered face to the patient lips, hear the nightmares drip, drip there's a taste in my mouth
Patient veins now pulsing black, patient tongue calling forth the episode
What the fuck keeps unfolding? Dr gloves shatter from the quake, head hanging low like what the fuck hands start to shake
Covered tight, soul splintering, shock bleeding into the silence
A fucked up mess for sure for there tends to be violence where there is no cure
Dr lantern dies slow on the patient who's a convulsing shell,
Room now thick with smoke from the last rail
You're telling me the whole story and I'm here to learn
Just keep talking
Voice like collapsing crypts, the tales becoming so dark
I can't imagine a outcome that doesn't leave a mark
Of bells that summon rather than mourn the names.
Corpses lead the choirs now, no rhythm left for grace,
Patience is a. Virtue and the cradle has been rocked to the core
So sick so twisted you're a sick fuck for sure I honeatl65
But patient revelations carve deeper than any bone saw cut.
Patient swear the mercy ended… the old sleep long over,
Rising through patient flesh… and now inside Dr blood.
**[Chorus]**
Dr lean in deeper, covered face to the patient lips, hear the nightmares drip,
Patient veins now pulsing black, patient tongue calling forth the apocalypse.
What the fuck keeps unfolding? Dr $ shatter from the quake,
Sixty BPM, Dr heart barely trying not to break…
Covered tight, soul splintering, shock bleeding into void,
Patient ain’t birthing pestilence… patient opening the final door.
**[Verse 2]**
Dr fight to cauterize the patient, iron trembling, grip destroyed,
But patient grin splits wider, like reality being voided.
“Join the patient fully, Dr… they’re already rewriting you,”
Eyes pouring shadow, pupils devouring every truth.
Dr instruments scream across the floor, mocking every past year,
Patient visions dragging Dr under into the mirror of fear.
Patient unveil the masters cloaked as healers in the night,
Feeding on the masked screams under funeral light.
Dr been cleansing the dying, believing Dr delayed the end,
But patient expose every pyre only helped them ascend.
Sixty BPM… stuttering as the last honest sound,
Patient body tearing wide… and the real ones gather round.
Dr collapse against stone, cloak shredded in the grime,
Realizing the true carrier… crossed every line this time.
**[Bridge – Dramatic spoken, tempo
Ashonedge
