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You lie deathly still |
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In your hospital bed |
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Soon to go under the knife |
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The white walls are gleaming |
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The smell is so clean |
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You shiver in fear for your life |
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Uneasy with your surroundings |
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You wonder if you'll get out alive |
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The doctors walk in |
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And he smiles at you |
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Your sergery is scheduled for five |
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Help me! |
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Save me! |
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As I take my last breath |
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From these! |
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Madmen! |
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Licensed to give death |
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Watching the clock |
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As the hour draws near |
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Nervousness making you sweat |
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Now comes the time |
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And you're given a shot |
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You wonder if that's all you'll get |
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You are wheeled into |
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The room where you'll die |
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A thought that is morbid but true |
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The last thing you see |
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As you're slipping away |
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Is the scalpel they're sticking in you |
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Help me! |
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Save me! |
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As I take my last breath |
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From these! |
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Madmen! |
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Licensed to give death |
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Safe from the monster |
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Safe from it all |
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You watch but you no longer pain |
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The body you've left |
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Is a pile of guts |
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It's obvious that they're insane |
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And as your spirit |
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Is leaving this plane |
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You know that they cannot be stopped |
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The practice you thrive |
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The deaths will continue |
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And what they don't eat just will rot |
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Help me! |
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Save me! |
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As I take my last breath |
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From these! |
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Madmen! |
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Licensed to give death |