doctors of the damned

Industrial Metal, Dark Synthwave, Horrorcore, metal, soundtrack, electronic

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Patient vitals unstable... medical team report to try-hide. Medical ready. Psychiatry observing combat medic, armored, scientist entering the lab. Ears standing by. Neurologists scanning. We save the body. We study the mind.
He can’t help taser in that looking hand, we patch up the broken throughout this land. Preps spray ready, gas mask on tight, we keep people breathing through another (all night).
Operator patrolling the vast, we the gov, a domestic kindness for being unprepared for what? When the first ones call, when they wound and arrive, and our place was surviving instead of alive. Quick fix ready, healing station deployed, trying to repair what the asylum destroyed. We study the mind where the nightmares begin, searching for the person beneath all the sin. A mechanoid unit, a convoys in the dark, but some wounds run deeper than the skin of the heart. We listen to whispers that nobody hears, while the walls keep collecting the echoes of fears.
Medical wounded! Keep them alive! Patch the broken! Help them survive! From the ward to the lab, hear the alarms cry—we fight for the living while the hope runs dry! Medical! Psychiatry! Combat MEDIC! Scientist! Hers! Ravaging! We fight the damage! Fighting fighting for recovery! One forty elf body armor on, we run toward the danger while the others are gone. Medic un humming, helium grenade flies, quick fix ready beneath blood-red skies. We drag him falling, pumping from the fight, eat the wounded alive in the cold fluorescent light. A handheld dancer when the threat cuts too near, with the last one sleeping when there's nobody here. Welcome to ignores, where their secrets remain, where progress and suffering are difficult to explain. Lease up is already made rifle inside, we heal with one hand while we study the blind. Human stations standing as experiments unfold, every story seems changed since it never be told. Every file has a purpose, every subject a name, but once you enter the laboratory, lust stays the same.
Every son standby responding to the call, when the system starts failing we're watching it all. No legends,

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Patient vitals unstable... medical team report to try-hide. Medical ready. Psychiatry observing combat medic, armored, scientist entering the lab. Ears standing by. Neurologists scanning. We save the body. We study the mind. He can’t help taser in that looking hand, we patch up the broken throughout this land. Preps spray ready, gas mask on tight, we keep people breathing through another (all night). Operator patrolling the vast, we the gov, a domestic kindness for being unprepared for what? When the first ones call, when they wound and arrive, and our place was surviving instead of alive. Quick fix ready, healing station deployed, trying to repair what the asylum destroyed. We study the mind where the nightmares begin, searching for the person beneath all the sin. A mechanoid unit, a convoys in the dark, but some wounds run deeper than the skin of the heart. We listen to whispers that nobody hears, while the walls keep collecting the echoes of fears. Medical wounded! Keep them alive! Patch the broken! Help them survive! From the ward to the lab, hear the alarms cry—we fight for the living while the hope runs dry! Medical! Psychiatry! Combat MEDIC! Scientist! Hers! Ravaging! We fight the damage! Fighting fighting for recovery! One forty elf body armor on, we run toward the danger while the others are gone. Medic un humming, helium grenade flies, quick fix ready beneath blood-red skies. We drag him falling, pumping from the fight, eat the wounded alive in the cold fluorescent light. A handheld dancer when the threat cuts too near, with the last one sleeping when there's nobody here. Welcome to ignores, where their secrets remain, where progress and suffering are difficult to explain. Lease up is already made rifle inside, we heal with one hand while we study the blind. Human stations standing as experiments unfold, every story seems changed since it never be told. Every file has a purpose, every subject a name, but once you enter the laboratory, lust stays the same. Every son standby responding to the call, when the system starts failing we're watching it all. No legends,

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