Unnoticed as a marginal appearance
I'm living well off your misery
Taking from the poor soul
Wounds are my daily bread
Doctor
I'm getting the balsphemia out of you
Doctor
I'm your doctor
In faith's theory
Doctor
Get in line with the human cattle
I'm drilling through your problem
I'm a sinful expensive specialist
You'll never get to see mine
Because it's better for me like that
I know I can never help you
But I'm not interested in that
I like to let you pay me well
As long as you eat my shit