THE SCREENING (MEDICAL TRUTH)

​Title: THE SCREENING (MEDICAL TRUTH)

[​Artist: Eyepiercinglove

Tempo: 90 BPM | Vibe: Gritty Boom-Bap, Industrial Percussion, Hard-Hitting]

​(Intro)

(Sound of surgical steel clinking, a deep, distorted heart monitor beep)

(Adlibs: Yeah. Eyepiercinglove. Ten years in the theater. I’ve seen what you’re hiding. CMA life. Let’s prep the room.)

(Rhythmic Scat: Ra-ka-ta, sha-ba-da, diagnostic flow...)

​(Verse 1)

Ten years in the theater, I’ve seen the gut

I know the difference between a scratch and a cut.

While you’re looking at the surface, trying to play it cool

I’m looking at the blockage, I ain't nobody's fool.

You come in with a smile, but the symptoms don't lie

I can smell the infection when you’re walking on by.

In Colon and Rectal, we deal with the waste

I’ve learned to find the truth with surgical haste.

(Adlib: Stat!)

​(Chorus - The Hook)

(Heavy boom-bap beat kicks in—drums are "crunchy")

I see the waste, I see the pain, I see the part you hide

I’m a CMA, I know the symptoms deep inside.

You can’t mask the odor of a heart that’s turned to stone

I’ve seen the inside, baby, I’m better off alone.

It’s the Screening (The Truth!)

Yeah, the Screening (I see you!)

I’m piercing through the layers, I’m cutting to the bone.

​(Verse 2)

You think your "Irish Twin" charm is gonna mask the smell?

But I’ve seen enough "polyps" to know you ain't well.

Your ambition is necrotic, your words are just gas

I’m the lead assistant, I’m gonna let this one pass.

I’ve assisted the best, I’ve seen the heart on the tray

I won't let your "dirty work" ruin my day.

I’m finishing the Bachelor’s, the Science is clear

There’s no room for your toxins in my atmosphere.

(Adlib: Clear the room!)

​(Verse 3)

Three kings in my house, they need a sterile environment

I’m working for the legacy, not a slow retirement.

From the OR floor to the natural herbs and seeds

I’m learning how to harvest what a healthy soul needs.

I spent nine years looking at a ghost on a screen

But now the labs are back and my vision is clean.

If you ain't "Equally Yoked," then the biopsy’s bad

I’m the best practitioner you ever could've had.

(Adlib: Results are in!)

​(Bridge / Outro)

(Music strips back to a heavy, distorted drum loop)

(Tongues-inspired Scat: Sho-ba-la-ka-ti, ri-si-no-va-hai... clean it out, Lord.)

(Adlibs: Eyepiercinglove. Diagnostic complete. I see right through the mess. Next patient, please.)

I see the inside... (Every bit of it)

I know the symptoms... (Better than you)

Sarah’s not silent, and she’s definitely not blind.

(Fade out with a final heart monitor "flatline" beep that turns into a rhythmic pulse)