Mercy Has Left the Building

[Intro] Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the— (Hush…) [Verse 1] Be still… No shake in my hand I’ve stitched up your monsters, I know where they stand White coat, red stains, and a ledger in ink Every wound you wrote in them is closer than you think You said, “Just patch them up, we’ll break them again” I smiled, took notes, counted every sin Your war, my ward, all the lives you spent Every broken rib a signed consent I warned you gently, you mistook it for frail You kept sending bodies in, I kept saving the tale Now the bill’s due, I am done being nice You paid in blood— I’m collecting the price [Pre-Chorus] I wanted peace You wanted this I whispered “breathe” You sharpened fists You taught me where to cut to save Now I know where to cut the grave [Chorus] Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the— ONE!— count of every rib I’ve set TWO!— all the screams I won’t forget THREE!— all the names on my chart you bled YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD Five!— I was mercy, you were knives Six!— now I’m triage for your lives Seven!— I will fix what you’ve done in red YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD [Verse] Calm breath… You’re starting to sweat If you can feel my pulse, you’re not dead yet Steady as a scalpel when it kisses your pride I don’t raise my voice, I just open your hide “I’ve mended soldiers you sent to die While you wrote speeches and rehearsed your lies” You called it honor, I called it rot You called them “casualties” I learned each spot Every shattered femur, every punctured lung Every “necessary” loss that left my fingers numb You said, “You’re such a blessing, you keep our line strong” Funny thing about a healer: We know when something’s wrong [Pre-Chorus] I wanted peace You wanted scars You fed the fire Then chained the stars You taught me how to keep hearts beating Now I choose whose pulse I’m deleting [Chorus] Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the floor Let the healers hit the— ONE!— all the times I stemmed the flow TWO!— all the wars you wouldn’t slow THREE!— all the “sorry”s you never said YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD Five!— I was hands that held the line Six!— now I’m hands that draw it fine Seven!— this is care with a steel-edge thread YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD [Bridge – Quiet/Whisper] Soft voice, hard truth… I did not wake up wanting this I wanted gardens, you wanted lists Of bodies, tallied, tagged and stored I built a clinic, you built a war You prayed I’d stay gentle while you fed the pyre Now the same calm hands are rewiring your choir “No shake in my hand… No rush in my breath…” I swore an oath to do no harm You swore the world was just an arm To twist until the bones would crack So I set them… Now I set them back [Breakdown – Shouted] NOT A SAINT ANY- MORE I WANTED PEACE! YOU WANTED THIS! I WANTED PEACE! YOU WANTED— [Drop / Heavy Breakdown] LET THE VILLAINS HIT THE FLOOR LET THE TYRANTS HIT THE FLOOR LET YOUR LIES HIT THE FLOOR LET YOUR ARMIES HIT THE— ONE!— this is every stitch undone TWO!— this is justice, scalpel-fine, not “fun” THREE!— this is triage on your empire’s head YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD Five!— every bruise I catalogued in vain Six!— every child I dragged back from your pain Seven!— I’m prescribing what you always dread: YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD [Chorus / Outro] Let the healers hit the floor (you taught me where to cut) Let the healers hit the floor (you filled my waiting hut) Let the healers hit the floor (your debt is understood) Let the healers— YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE ME GOOD (Still no shake in my hand… I just stopped stitching you back together.)