[Intro — fluorescent hum; call bell rings, unanswered; gurney wheels scrape] [Distorted hospital intercom, spoken] Room twelve. Assistance requested. [Call bell continues] [Full band enters — chainsaw riff, primitive blast beats] [Verse 1 — deep guttural growl, grinding chromatic guitars] Strapped to steel beneath the light, A man lies waiting through the night. His hands won't move, his voice is gone, The call light burns till shift change comes. A veteran beneath a sheet, Cold and helpless, bare of feet. A chart says clean, a chart says fed, The truth is soaking through the bed. [Pre-Chorus — stop-start riff, pounding floor toms] Clipboard lies! Vitals crash! Another shift! Another pass! [Chorus — bestial shouted growls, violent d-beat] MURDER CURTAIN! PULL IT CLOSED! HIDE THE THINGS THE RECORDS WON'T SHOW! MURDER CURTAIN! NO ONE SEES! THEY CALL IT CARE WHILE THE PATIENT BLEEDS! [Verse 2 — faster tremolo picking, guttural growls] One left sitting in the cold, While failing limbs go numb and fold. Winter cuts through paper gown, No one comes to bring him in. Another trapped inside his skin, His eyes still plead, his voice worn thin. They mark the boxes, turn away, And leave him there another day. [Pre-Chorus — grinding half-time riff] Warnings filed! Warnings lost! Someone else Will pay the cost! [Chorus — full-speed blast beats] MURDER CURTAIN! PULL IT CLOSED! HIDE THE THINGS THE RECORDS WON'T SHOW! MURDER CURTAIN! NO ONE SEES! THEY CALL IT CARE WHILE THE PATIENT BLEEDS! [Instrumental — brief dissonant twin-guitar lead, scraping pick slides] [Verse 3 — venomous black-metal rasp, mechanical palm-muted riff] Nepotism—keys passed down. Warnings vanish, no one sounds. Not qualified, Just allowed. Bad hands pass the needle While the bosses gather round. A complaint becomes a meeting, Then the meeting disappears. The guilty keep their badges, And the witness learns to fear. [Breakdown — crushing half-time war march, distorted bass and pounding toms] [Deep rhythmic growls] THEY DON'T FIRE! [Full-band impact] THEY RELOCATE! [Full-band impact] MOVE THE NAME! HIDE THE DATE! [Rapid double-kick accelerates] SAME BAD HANDS! ANOTHER WARD! ANOTHER LIFE THEY CAN'T AFFORD! [Verse 4 — alternating growls and rasps, dissonant tremolo riffs] The nurse who speaks is called a threat, The ones who failed collect their checks. The family asks what happened here, The answer dies behind a door. The curtain drawn, the room went still. The chart concealed the hours of neglect. No single hand could build this grave— It took a system trained to look away. [Bridge — guitars cut; low electrical hum, one unanswered call bell] [Low spoken male voice, deliberate] Do you answer the call From the room down the hall? [Silence] [Deep guttural growl] It's not incompetence. [Single crushing guitar strike] It's permission. [Full-speed blast beats return] [Final Chorus — maximum brutality, bestial growls, filthy tremolo guitars] MURDER CURTAIN! TEAR IT DOWN! LET EVERY VOICE SHAKE THESE WALLS! MURDER CURTAIN! NAME THE DEED! LET THE RECORD SHOW WHO FAILED TO LEAD! MURDER CURTAIN! NO MORE LIES! NO MORE DEATHS BEHIND CLOSED DOORS! [Outro — descending chromatic riff slows into a final half-time march] [Deep growl] THEY DON'T FIRE. THEY RELOCATE. [Final full-band impact] IT'S PERMISSION! [Hard stop; one final call bell, then silence] [Full-band impact] MOVE THE NAME! HIDE THE DATE! [Rapid double-kick accelerates] SAME BAD HANDS! ANOTHER WARD! ANOTHER LIFE THEY CAN'T AFFORD! [Verse 4 — alternating growls and rasps, dissonant tremolo riffs] The nurse who speaks is called a threat, The nurse who speaks is called a threat, The ones who failed collect their checks. The family asks what happened here, The answer dies behind a door. The curtain drawn, the room went still. The chart concealed the hours of neglect. No single hand could build this grave— It took a system trained to look away. [Bridge — guitars cut; low electrical hum, one unanswered call bell] [Low spoken male voice, deliberate] Do you answer the call From the room down the hall? [Silence] [Deep guttural growl] It's not incompetence. [Single crushing guitar strike] It's permission. [Full-speed blast beats return] [Final Chorus — maximum brutality, bestial growls, filthy tremolo guitars] MURDER CURTAIN! TEAR IT DOWN! LET EVERY VOICE SHAKE THESE WALLS! MURDER CURTAIN! NAME THE DEED! LET THE RECORD SHOW WHO FAILED TO LEAD! MURDER CURTAIN! NO MORE LIES! NO MORE DEATHS BEHIND CLOSED DOORS! [Outro — descending chromatic riff slows into a final half-time march] [Deep growl] THEY DON'T FIRE. THEY RELOCATE. [Final full-band impact] IT'S PERMISSION! [Hard stop; one final call bell, then silence]
