Paroles de Dr. Thodt
he loves me on the operating tablea 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
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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