[Verse 1] They measured my breath, they cut my chest, Said I was nothing, a tool for their test. The quill scratched fast while my blood ran slow, They took what they needed and left me below. [Verse 2] They poured in the fire that blistered my veins, They wrote down my fever, they numbered my pains. They called it discovery while I screamed through the night, But their “truths” are written in my blighted sight. [Chorus] The table is clean, but my blood still flows, I am the tincture that nobody knows. Count out my bones, break me apart, I am the ledger they write in the dark. [Verse 3] They carved me with runes till my mind split wide, They plucked out my eyes to see what’s inside. They burned me alive to harden my skin, Then swept up my ashes and filed them in. [Verse 4] They promised a cure, they promised a gain, But progress is written in marrow and brain. Their libraries grow, their students applaud, While we are the footnotes forgotten by gods. [Chorus] The table is clean, but my blood still flows, I am the tincture that nobody knows. Count out my bones, break me apart, I am the ledger they write in the dark. [Bridge] One by one, the candles fade, One by one, the notes are made. One by one, the bodies fall, One by one, they count us all. [Verse 5] And when they are finished, they lock the door, But we whisper still from under the floor. The cure in their hands, the spell on their tongue, Was bought with the silence of the slaves unsung. [Final Chorus] The table is clean, but my blood still flows, I am the tincture that nobody knows. Count out my bones, break me apart, I am the ledger they write in the dark. [Outro] Write us down… Sign our names… Call it science… We call it pain.
