The patient is commodified, the patient is dead,
No soul breathes forth from the lifeless form
The patient is commodified, the patient is dead,
No life emanates from he that once lived
The patient is commodified, the patient is dead, only
Organs and bones comprise that once vibrant soul
The patient is commodified, the patient is dead,
Just a thing to be defiled is all that remains
The patient is commodified, the patient is dead,
No dreams, no humanity, no soul sings nigh
The patient is commodified, the patient is dead,
A mere object to be used and discarded for gain
A lifeless form lying on the examination table, and
All too ripe for a bestial villain from the depths of
Dermatology, to brutally thrust his apelike paws into
Your genitalia, and then break out in a devilish grin