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We have no consciences, we have no consciences, we have no consciences, we ate them when we were young.
(Get them in the car, dear. Get them in the car now.)
Cut me down into a mosaic artpiece.
I'm not a fucking art piece for you to pin up and look at, right?
I am a surgeon.
I am a saint.
I am a doctor addicted to pain.
You're a fucking medical anomaly.

They got your test results: the killer's in the bloodline. (There's a hematoma coming, telling me to kill)