He loves me on the operating table
A filthy mask filtering
No reflection there
In those sunken diamonds eyes Reaching out from the cold
Dr. Thodt His smile stretches for a mile
Across his bloody mask
Down the white coat spilling
I need treatment Reaching out from the cold
Dr. Thodt.
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