The Surgeon's Dance
[Verse 1]
The lights are dim, the table's cold,
A shadow moves, so sleek, so bold.
A scalpel gleams in steady hands,
As the patient lies, unaware of plans.
The clock ticks slow, a quiet beat,
A tango starts, the pulse, the heat.
With every step, the body sways,
In the surgeon's grip, they lose their way.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Verse 2]
The air is thick with whispered screams,
As the surgeon dreams their twisted schemes.
A hand moves slow, a flick, a glide,
The patient's pain is pushed aside.
The stitches curl, the veins are pulled,
A symphony of blood, the silence dulled.
A laugh escapes, so quiet, cold,
This dance of death will never grow old.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Bridge]
Twist and turn, the blades they fly,
The body trembles, no time to cry.
Each movement's deliberate, each step precise,
The surgeon's heart is cold as ice.
No escape, no turning back,
A fatal rhythm, the world turns black.
The tango ends, the room grows still,
But the surgeon's dance has had its fill.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Outro]
And when the dance is done and through,
There's nothing left but red and blue.
The surgeon bows, a quiet grin,
The dance is over-let the nightmare begin.
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The Surgeon's Dance
[Verse 1]
The lights are dim, the table's cold,
A shadow moves, so sleek, so bold.
A scalpel gleams in steady hands,
As the patient lies, unaware of plans.
The clock ticks slow, a quiet beat,
A tango starts, the pulse, the heat.
With every step, the body sways,
In the surgeon's grip, they lose their way.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Verse 2]
The air is thick with whispered screams,
As the surgeon dreams their twisted schemes.
A hand moves slow, a flick, a glide,
The patient's pain is pushed aside.
The stitches curl, the veins are pulled,
A symphony of blood, the silence dulled.
A laugh escapes, so quiet, cold,
This dance of death will never grow old.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Bridge]
Twist and turn, the blades they fly,
The body trembles, no time to cry.
Each movement's deliberate, each step precise,
The surgeon's heart is cold as ice.
No escape, no turning back,
A fatal rhythm, the world turns black.
The tango ends, the room grows still,
But the surgeon's dance has had its fill.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Outro]
And when the dance is done and through,
There's nothing left but red and blue.
The surgeon bows, a quiet grin,
The dance is over-let the nightmare begin.
[Verse 1]
The lights are dim, the table's cold,
A shadow moves, so sleek, so bold.
A scalpel gleams in steady hands,
As the patient lies, unaware of plans.
The clock ticks slow, a quiet beat,
A tango starts, the pulse, the heat.
With every step, the body sways,
In the surgeon's grip, they lose their way.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Verse 2]
The air is thick with whispered screams,
As the surgeon dreams their twisted schemes.
A hand moves slow, a flick, a glide,
The patient's pain is pushed aside.
The stitches curl, the veins are pulled,
A symphony of blood, the silence dulled.
A laugh escapes, so quiet, cold,
This dance of death will never grow old.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Bridge]
Twist and turn, the blades they fly,
The body trembles, no time to cry.
Each movement's deliberate, each step precise,
The surgeon's heart is cold as ice.
No escape, no turning back,
A fatal rhythm, the world turns black.
The tango ends, the room grows still,
But the surgeon's dance has had its fill.
[Chorus]
It's the surgeon's dance, a waltz of fate,
Where life and death will intertwine, create.
With every cut, with every twist,
A macabre rhythm, too hard to resist.
The surgeon's dance, sharp and deep,
A secret kept where shadows sleep.
A tango of terror, a dance of delight,
In the operating room, beneath the sterile light.
[Outro]
And when the dance is done and through,
There's nothing left but red and blue.
The surgeon bows, a quiet grin,
The dance is over-let the nightmare begin.
Writer: Richard Girard
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC