**[Intro – Spoken, low & rasping, reverb-drenched]**
*Pulse… sixty beats… the rhythm of the dying.*
*Herbs burning. Face covered. Patient… still breathing.*
*For now.*
**[Chorus – Slow, haunting, half-sung half-rapped]**
Dr lean in close, covered face to the patient lips, hear the whispers slip,
Patient veins full of black, but patient tongue full of apocalypse.
What the fuck did patient just say? Dr gloves start to shake,
Sixty BPM, heart tryin’ not to break…
Covered tight, soul gone, still in shock,
Patient ain’t got the pestilence… got something worse than rot.
**[Verse 1]**
Room stinks of vinegar, rosemary, and fear,
Candlelight flicker on the patient sweat-soaked bier.
Dr check patient nodes—swollen, black as pitch,
But patient grab Dr wrist and hiss some unholy shit.
“They’re not dead… they’re waiting inside my skin,”
Voice like gravel in a grave, slow-motion grin.
Dr freeze. Thermometer cracks in Dr hand,
Sixty BPM… but Dr mind’s sprinting across damned land.
Patient speak of cities drowned in silent screams,
Of bells that toll without priests or dreams.
Rats wear crowns, corpses dance in perfect time,
And the pestilence? Just a mask for something more prime.
Dr been tending death for decades behind this cover,
But patient words cut deeper than any razor leak.
Patient say it was mercy… the real thing still asleep,
Waking up… right underneath patient heartbeat.
**[Chorus]**
Dr lean in close, covered face to the patient lips, hear the whispers slip,
Patient veins full of black, but patient tongue full of apocalypse.
What the fuck did patient just say? Dr gloves start to shake,
Sixty BPM, heart tryin’ not to break…
Covered tight, soul gone, still in shock,
Patient ain’t got the pestilence… got something worse than rot.
**[Verse 2]**
Dr try to bleed the patient, lancet trembling in the dark,
But patient laugh real soft, like bones dragged ‘cross a harp.
“Cut the patient open… you’ll see them smiling back,”
Eyes roll white, pupils split like hourglass crack.
Dr instruments clatter—never dropped ‘em once in twenty years,
But patient confession got Dr drowning in new fears.
Patient describe the hollow ones wearing human suits,
Feeding on the screams like finest winter fruits.
Dr been burning bodies, thinking Dr was saving souls,
But patient just told Dr Hell already paid the toll.
Sixty BPM… the only sound left alive,
As patient chest keeps rising… and something else arrives.
Dr step back slow, cloak dragging through the grime,
Wondering if the real patient… was never even patient time.
**[Bridge – Dramatic spoken, tempo drags even slower]**
*Tell Dr again… what crawls behind patient eyes.*
*Say it slower… Dr need to know before the next chime.*
*…God help us both.*
**[Final Chorus – Layered, distorted, voices overlapping]**
Dr lean in close, cover cracked, vision going b
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