Mengele's Mind

I hear the screams of torment throughout the night
Demonic screams of dark delight
Their siren yells can be heard throughout the halls
The sounds of suffering is their beckoning call
Scalpel in hand and clipboard in the other
I'll keep you awake, no anesthesia to put you under

My values are brainwashed and my psych twisted
Behind the crooked cross, my art is enlisted
For medical butcher is all I am
So click your boots and raise your right hand