**"Masked Reckoning Part II"**
*(Horrorcore Trap × Dramatic 60 BPM)*
**[Intro – Spoken, low & rasping, reverb-drenched, even slower]**
*Pulse… still sixty… but cracking.*
*Herbs burning low. Face covered. Patient… changing.*
*Dr… still listening.*
**[Chorus – Slow, haunting, half-sung half-rapped, layered echoes]**
Dr lean in closer, covered face to the patient lips, hear the horrors drip,
Patient veins turning deeper, but patient tongue unleashing the eclipse.
What the fuck is happening now? Dr gloves won’t stop the quake,
Sixty BPM, Dr heart fighting not to break…
Covered tight, soul fracturing, shock turning to dread,
Patient ain’t spreading pestilence… patient birthing what’s undead.
**[Verse 1]**
Dr candle flickers wild on the patient twisting frame,
Room now choking on vinegar, rosemary, and shame.
Dr check patient nodes again—bursting, leaking black ooze,
But patient claws Dr arm and spits more forbidden news.
“They’re waking faster… crawling up from patient core,”
Voice like shattered tombs, dragging Dr to the floor.
Dr drop the herbs, vial shatters in slow motion dread,
Sixty BPM… but Dr thoughts drowning in rivers of red.
Patient whisper of shadows that wear the doctors’ cloaks,
Of bells ringing backward while the living choke.
Corpses rise in rhythm, no mercy in their dance,
Pestilence was just the door… now the real ones advance.
Dr been sealing tombs for decades under this cover,
But patient visions slice deeper than any surgical cut.
Patient claim the mercy’s gone… the old sleep is over,
Rising through patient blood… Dr own pulse starts to smother.
**[Chorus]**
Dr lean in closer, covered face to the patient lips, hear the horrors drip,
Patient veins turning deeper, but patient tongue unleashing the eclipse.
What the fuck is happening now? Dr gloves won’t stop the quake,
Sixty BPM, Dr heart fighting not to break…
Covered tight, soul fracturing, shock turning to dread,
Patient ain’t spreading pestilence… patient birthing what’s undead.
**[Verse 2]**
Dr try to restrain the patient, lancet slipping from Dr grip,
But patient smile stretches wide, like a wound that learned to rip.
“Open patient wider, Dr… they’re already inside you too,”
Eyes bleeding ink, pupils spinning like voids breaking through.
Dr tools scatter across stone, echoes mocking every fear,
Patient confession pulling Dr deeper into the mirror.
Patient speak of hollow masters pulling hidden strings,
Feeding on the doctors’ screams like ravens on broken wings.
Dr been burning the fallen, believing Dr saved the rest,
But patient reveal Dr efforts only fed the nest.
Sixty BPM… fading as the only truth left,
Patient chest splitting open… and something draws its breath.
Dr stagger backward, cloak torn in the grime,
Realizing the real infection… crossed the line this time.
**[Bridge – Dramatic spoken, tempo drags to near stillness]**
*Tell Dr once more… what’s wearing pati
Ashonedge
