[Intro — whispered announcement, atmosphere of an old apothecary] Ladies and gentlemen... Gather 'round the apothecary. Tonight we honor the man who swore He could cure the plague. [Verse 1 – dark spoken-word style] Welcome, Doctor, take a seat, Your little clinic reeks of defeat. Twenty jars there, yet none of them work, You call it medicine—we call it filth. You’ve got a mask and a fancy coat, But every patient takes their final journey. You bleed the rich, you bleed the poor, And then write "Miracle" on the door. [Build-up — whispered, intensifying] Doctor... Doctor... Is the cure in the bottle? Or is the bottle empty? [DROP – INSTRUMENTAL TRAPSTEP] [Massive FM wubs, talking-formant bass, deep sub-pressure, aggressive wobble bass, heavy halftime drums, medieval percussion, clinking of glass vials] [Verse 2 – aggressive, rhythmic vocals] He says: "Drink this, and everything will be fine," Yet it’s the same damn potion as in 1399. Brown vial, green slime, He doesn't even know what half of it does. Herbs on the ceiling, Bones on the floor, Three dead ravens And a sign on the door: "Please come back." His handwriting on the prescription looks cursed, His bedside manner only makes things worse. He studied for ten years just to realize one thing: When the patient starts to scream, He’d better take a step back. [Build-up — male chant] Bring out the mortar. Bring the blade here. Bring the doctor here, The one who claims he has no fear. [Silence] [Whispering] ...Actually, he does, um. [SECOND DROP – INSTRUMENTAL TRAPSTEP] [Intense FM wubs, gritty talking bass, growling Reese bass, massive sub-drops, stuttering bass rhythms, brutal Trapstep drums, medieval lute accents] [Bridge — dark spoken word] And finally... This is our beloved doctor who discovers a treatment he cannot prescribe. Common sense. [Final version] The roast... The roast... Of the good doctor... [FINALE – INSTRUMENTAL] [Maximum bass impact, massive FM wobble sequence, deep sub-bass pressure, rapid-fire Trap fills, medieval percussion, chaotic bass call-and-response] [Outro – distant laughter, clinking bottles] Thank you, Doctor. Your services will not be missed. [Whispering] Next patient... ...please.
