The Doctor

I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated and I
Keep your body perverted and I'm
Lost in inertia
You're getting better
You seem to be improving
But there's never gonna be a cure
But you're definitely getting better

I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated
I keep you mutilated

So here's the future
Lab rats of leisure
In the name of science
It gives little resistance
To push a theory
Let me pose a question
Are you willing to die for
A lucrative infection?

And I am the doctor and I
Keep you mutilated
I keep you mutilated

You read the paper
It lies in bold face
You strangely feel safer
Allergic to the ink
It smells like poison
A new elixir
A trace of death
Most becoming the victor

And I am the doctor
I keep you mutilated
I keep you mutilated