[Intro - Whispered, Over Broken Piano and Cello] Come in… Tell me where it hurts. I don’t cure the soul— I liberate it through the skin. --- [Verse 1 – Calm, Clinical, With Sinister Undertones] You came to me with trembling hands A broken vow, a hollow man I offered warmth no priest could give A sacred sin that lets you live --- [Pre-Chorus – Rising, Hypnotic, Strings Swell] Don’t close your eyes, I need them wide To watch the fever you’ve denied I won’t condemn, I won’t forgive I offer you the will to liveeeeeeeeee --- [Chorus – Grand, Operatic, With Choir] I am the doctor of the flesh Where pain is purged and shame is blessed No faith, no fear, just nerve and breath The cure you seek walks close to death --- [Simple Hook – Chant-like, Male and Female Voices Layered] “Let me check your blood…” “…I need to taste!” “Taste the blood… that's what i need… taste the liquids in your veins!!!!…” --- [Verse 2 – Darker, More Intimate, Almost Whispered] I stitched desire into your skin With hands that never ask your sin You begged for more, you begged for peace But healing's never free release --- [Pre-Chorus – More Urgent, Harmonized with Soprano Backing] My scalpel speaks, it doesn’t lie The fever shows what truths you hide You’ll leave your soul upon my floor And crawl back craving even more --- [Chorus – Bigger, Almost Triumphant] I am the doctor of the flesh I cut where heaven fears to press No angels tread where I begin The cure you need comes from within --- [Bridge – Soprano Solo Over Orchestral Swell] He touched the wound I hid too deep He took the ache I failed to speak And with a voice so soft and low He made me want the things I loathed --- [Instrumental Drop – 20 sec of Electronic + Symphonic Collision Industrial drums, strings stabs, demonic choirs, mechanical pulses] --- [Final Chorus – Revelation, Guttural and Choir Mix] I am the doctor of the flesh The prince of scars, your soul’s unrest No god disguised, no man divine I wear no mask— I am Belzebú in white. [Simple Hook – Chant-like, Male and Female Voices Layered] “Let me check your blood…” “…I need to taste!” “Taste the blood… that's what i need… taste the liquids in your veins!!!!…” --- [Outro – Fading Voice, With Pipe Organ and Latin Echoes] So tell me now… Where does it hurt? You know the door… is always open.
