As I walk the streets, I am met with fear.
And rightfully so.
I try to help you, but I am afraid of myself.
This is justified.
for i carry tidings of pestilence and death.
Who spreads this plague?
Who goes within the houses of everyone?
Who else but me.
I say I will help you, yet people drop like flies.
you see me and my colleagues everywhere.
To what end?
You can´t see us.
You say you can see us, and you think you can see us, but you can´t.
You can see our habits, our masks... you see "plague doctor".
Tell me this...
Have you seen me before?
Are you sure?
Are you sure it was me?
And so I live my life.
Alone, and in the shadows.
As is the plague doctors lot.