[Intro] (heart monitor beep, soft piano) Wash. Breathe. Begin. [Verse 1] They call me kind—white coat, steady gaze, A lantern in the ward of endless days. I count the pulse, I stitch the torn, I lift the weak at break of dawn. But under the gloves, under porcelain skin, There’s something old… learning to grin. [Pre-Chorus] (strings creep in) A drip in the dark, a stain in the light, A secret fever that won’t burn out. I keep my smile surgical-tight— So no one hears the hunger shout. [Chorus] (choir + guitars swell) I wash my hands in holy water, Still the crimson comes back. I pray for calm, I pray for order— But the infection bites through the mask. If mercy is a knife, I’ll hold the blade, If duty is a curse, I’ll still obey. I am the doctor and the disease— And I will not let it take you from me. [Verse 2] They write my name like it’s a rule, A lesson carved in sterile schools. “Be clean, be careful, close the door,” As if the world won’t spill once more. I’ve seen the Storm erase whole years, And leave behind unsaid goodbyes and tears. [Pre-Chorus 2] (heartbeat louder) So I measure pain in quiet steps, I count the breaths I haven’t lost. And every night I make a pact— To pay the dark, but not the cost. [Chorus] I wash my hands in holy water, Still the crimson comes back. I pray for calm, I pray for order— But the infection bites through the mask. If mercy is a knife, I’ll hold the blade, If duty is a curse, I’ll still obey. I am the doctor and the disease— And I will not let it take you from me. [Bridge] (drop: organ + whispers, then rise) Listen… It says, “Let go.” It says, “Feed.” It says, “Why heal them when you could be freed?” But I remember every patient’s name, Every hand I held when the world went gray. So I lock the monster in my chest— And I do my best… I do my best… [Final Chorus] (full symphonic blast, long held notes) I wash my hands in holy water, Still the crimson comes back. I pray for calm, I pray for order— But I will carry this on my back. If mercy is a fire, I’ll be the flame, If duty breaks me, I’ll break the same. I am the doctor and the disease— And I swear on my soul: you’ll live through me. [Outro] (beep slows, piano fades) Wash. Breathe. …Begin again.
