Doctor vs. Prototype

Lyrics

Intro
dark ambience, metal clanks, reverb
(Doctor…)
Harley in the dark wing, clipboard drippin'
Red light on the doorframe
File reads:
“Playcare Incident – Final Session”

(Prototype…)
Cable in the ceiling
Eyes in the vents
You feel that hum?
That’s your heartbeat
Speedin' the fuck up

Verse 1 – Dr. Harley Sawyer
Welcome to the ward, little rats, I'm the reason you scream
Dr. Sawyer, Playcare’s shepherd, I dissect your dreams
Got a scalpel for the flesh, got a scalpel for the soul
Turn a child to an asset, turn a toy to control

I wrote the memos that they hid in the walls
“Phase Two: bigger subjects, stack the bodies in stalls”
Put the kids in the theater, call it “Enrichment Day”
Then I dose ‘em, ghost ‘em, mark “product” on the page

You?
You’re just scraps from the R&D room
Version 1006, tangled cables in the gloom
I signed the forms when they called you a “success”
But I saw the blood on the ceiling, knew you’re just a mess

I heard every fucking scream in that staircase shaft
While the limbs crawled backward, leavin’ nothing but laughs
I’m the mind that greenlit every spark in your core
You’re the monster, I’m the surgeon that unlocked that door (yeah)

Verse 2 – Prototype
(rrrrr… doctor)
You’re a clipboard coward, ink-stained leech
You hide behind glass while I climb and breach
I am 1006 – “the Prototype” scrawled
On a rusted nameplate in a blood-washed hall

I wear your failures like a necklace of hands
Huggy’s head, Mommy’s spine, all your precious brands
You broke all the children, I broke all the cages
Now I write in red across your precious pages

Remember the chamber when the tubes ran red?
When the masks went quiet and the gas spread?
You whispered “for science” while they begged and shook
Now every vent in this factory has my look

You’re a fragile heartbeat in a paper coat
I’m the glitch in the system, fingers round your throat
You call it “Incident,” I call it “birth”
You stitched me together then I gutted the earth

You made me a weapon, then flinched at the sight
Now the weapon’s walkin’, draggin’ you into the night (come here)

Chorus – Both, alternating
I’m the doctor, I draw the line, then cut straight through that line
Turn a playground to a lab, turn their laughter into mine
You’re just parts in a jar, just a twitch in the wires
I light the match, Prototype, you’re the fucking fire

I’m the Prototype, chew through steel, pull bones from the frame
You signed every dotted line, I just burned your name
You built this hell, doc, I just flipped the stage
Now the test is over
(Welcome to the rage)

Verse 3 – Dr. Harley Sawyer
I saw you twitch in the tank, first spark in your skull
Vitals off the chart, every monitor full
They called it progress, I called it “unstable”
But they stacked more parts on your operating table

Gave you nerves, gave you teeth, gave you steel in your spine
Gave you too much hunger and you chewed the line
I watched you yank that lead from the tech’s cold chest
Dragged his corpse through the ducts like a stress test

You talk “vengeance,” bitch, I tracked every trial
Playcare to the pit, every numbered file
Kids in masks chanting, “Doctor, doctor”
While I clicked my pen and I walked in proper

You’re a tantrum with claws, I’m the architect
Of every nightmare creeping down that project
I chart brainwaves while they scream my name
You just scribble in gore on the wall with shame

Look at you, dangling limbs, patchwork rot
“Perfect organism”? You’re a broken knot
I kill with a needle, soft voice, dim light
You kill ‘cause you’re hungry and you call that right?