White Lab (song)

Welcome to the White Lab,

Where science and mystery collide,

Where the technicians work their craft,

And no one knows what they hide.

What are they mixing in those beakers?

What are they carving on those tables?

What is that smell coming from the vents?

What secrets are they hiding in those stables?

Do they create monsters in the dark?

Do they splice DNA with ancient genes?

Do they resurrect the dead with sparks?

Do they experiment on human beings?

What kind of horrors do they create?

What kind of creatures do they spawn?

What kind of mysteries do they relate?

What kind of secrets do they yawn?

Do they watch their subjects writhe in pain?

Do they observe their bodies contort and twist?

Do they delight in the madness of their brain?

Do they revel in the secrets that they've missed?

Welcome to the White Lab,

Where science and horror meet,

Where the technicians work their craft,

And the secrets are too deep to greet.