Lyrics: Wumpscut. Wreath Of Barbs. DrThodt.

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