Strapped on the table The operation begins Caught in the fable The doctor is in The doctor is in - the doctor is in Oh God help us Stained, cyan wall tiles They form a pattern of snakes Hissing like a reptile His instruments are awake The light's mesmerizing Glowing through the haze The fear is paralyzing Smile on his face all ablaze The doctor is in Oh God help us, the doctor is in The cure is screaming One helluva healing Cut out the cancers Corrupting your soul Barely breathing Recovery by bleeding But the rot will go Dr. Sin is in Your hands are dirtied By the places that they have been Those eyes are filthied Because of sins they shouldn't have seen The heart's contaminated Rotten to the core This foul brain is tainted By the impure thoughts and uproar
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