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From the corridors of birth, made now silent return
White swaddling clothes of hope, swapped to the gray of age to burn
The desperation of infirmity now consumed for agony's peace
An help meet to life now fallen servant to the deceased
This is the blasphemy of life, the secret decay
An abyss in our hearts, we are falling away
The poisoning of souls to relieve temporal pains
Hippocratic oath now false, dying in vein
An exile from creation, to the ease of cancerous desire
The outcast of Eden, giving a new life in fire
Hippocrates turns in his grave, the healer now depraved
Petals from mortality's flower, never to be saved
This is the blasphemy of life, the secret decay
An abyss in our hearts, we're falling away
The poisoning of souls to relieve temporal pains
Hippocratic oath now false,dying in vein
Drink of the cup of God's wrath, does it satisfy?
The laws for life in stone,claimed for death to justify
The serpent on a golden staff,once a bastion symbol of hope
Now the standard of Eden's tempter, a flag pole of votes
Healer heal thyself
healer kill thyself
healer heal thyself
healer kill thyself
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
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