People are gathered outside

Waiting for someone to pray

A man opens the door

He's got something to say

He's wearing a doctor's coat

But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

He's wearing a doctor's coat

But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

He's got the cures we need

People rejoice and laugh

They say how hard it's been

And how easy it'll be

He's wearing a doctor's coat

But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

He's wearing a doctor's coat

But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

One by one, they stop seeing the colors they used to see

And the light turns bleak, wide red

And their limbs go 'round instead

And now the crowd is naked on the ground

And now the crowd is naked on the ground

In front of the pile

The man drinks his solution

Levels it up against the sun

A sick kind of ablution

The red glow in his face

Making him look like the son of God

His teeth are glistening

His hair is wild

His feet are stomping on the ground

He's wearing a doctor's coat

But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

He's wearing a doctor's coat

But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

He drinks and lays down upon the heaps of those he treated

They're all unconscious now

And so, he may be

Sinners on the run have the wind on their back

"You're making no sense," said the man before it all turned black

Winners have their fun while their kin have their back

"You're making no sense," said the man before it all turned to black