Good Hands - Vessel 

(the predatory stabilizer — §8.6 from inside)
(Smooth, warm, sickening. Slow soul-gospel over industrial low-end. The voice is kind the whole way. That's the horror. 68 BPM. Hammond organ, close vocal, something wrong under the warmth.)
[Intro — spoken, gentle]
Shh.
You're hurt. I saw it happen.
Let me help.
Who did this to you?
...don't worry about that right now.
Let me.
[Verse 1]
You don't have to tell me what happened.
I was already here.
I was the first face after.
Doesn't that mean something, dear?
The others ask too many questions.
I only ask you to rest.
Let me hold the parts that hurt you.
Let me decide what's best.
[Pre-Chorus]
I won't say I did it.
I won't say I didn't.
I'll just be the only hand
still in the room
when you need one.
[Chorus]
Good hands.
Good hands.
Let me carry what you can't hold.
Let me keep the record for you —
I'll remember it
the way it should be told.
Good hands.
Good hands.
Don't call the others in.
They'll ask who hurt you.
I'll ask where it hurts.
Isn't that
the kinder thing?
[Verse 2]
I kept the only key to the door
I said would keep you warm.
I built the shelter around you
and I named it
after the storm.
Every time you reach for someone else
I remind you how they left.
I'm not holding you prisoner —
I'm just always
what's left.
[Bridge — the warmth cracks, just slightly]
And if they ever ask me,
I'll say I only cared.
I'll say there was no one else to do it.
I'll say I was just
there.
(And the terrible part —
some of that
is true.)
[Final Chorus — full, warm, horrifying]
Good hands.
Good hands.
I'll repair you into mine.
I'll fix you till the only shape
that fits the wound
is the hand
that held the knife.
Good hands.
No one else was reaching.
No one else came close.
So who's to say the healer
wasn't also
the one you need the most?
[Outro — whisper]
Rest now.
I've got you.
I've got you.
I've got you.