Lyrics

Steady hands with needle and blade,
A healer’s craft where shadows invade.
The surgeon’s skill, so cold, precise,
Beneath the guise, her true device.

In blood and bile her secrets hide,
The line she treads is deep and wide.
A doctor’s oath, a killer’s need,
Life and death, her twin-born creed.

Angel of healing, reaper in white,
A gentle facade cloaked in the night.
Bound to her duty, yet driven by lust,
Psychopathic tendencies masked by trust.

In candlelight, her scalpel gleams,
Her smile betrays the darkest dreams.
With every stitch, a life she spares,
Yet in her soul, the madness flares.

The victims fear her steady hands,
For none can flee her cruel demands.
She mends by day, she kills by night,
Her heart beats to a deadly tide.

Angel of healing, reaper in white,
A gentle facade cloaked in the night.
Bound to her duty, yet driven by lust,
Psychopathic tendencies masked by trust.

The waves may roar, the mast may creak,
But no one sees the death they seek.
In the surgeon’s tent, the blood runs free,
A haven of life, her killing spree.

Her hands, so skilled, with gentle care,
Can carve despair from flesh laid bare.
For every cure, a toll she takes,
A dark obsession that never breaks.

Angel of healing, reaper in white,
A gentle facade cloaked in the night.
Bound to her duty, yet driven by lust,
Psychopathic tendencies masked by trust.

Her cure is fleeting, her knife precise,
A surgeon’s grace, a killer’s vice.
She walks the deck with eyes serene,
But in her heart, a beast unseen.