This ain't a studio, this is a morgue
I ain't no romeo, just another corpse
Look, my hair's on fire I'm a torch!
Dude, why you trying to eat that soup with a fork?
Welcome into the mind of a psychosocial
Whole crew doing fine, going in slow motion
Gotta boiling brain, explosive emotions
They come in waves, here comes to ocean, yo
We locked away our monsters
Skeletons in the closet
Bad things don't like to be caved in
I need to open up
Autopsy, I'm ill
Made of broken stuff
Autopsy, and these
Painkillers ain't for killers
Can't shake the way I'm feeling
Just givе me what I need
Autopsy, I need to open up
Catcha later
I'vе been busy hyperventilating
Lay me on the table
And see what this boy is made of
Chaos
Shake the hand of a psychopath
Don't look so scared 'cause they fall for that
If we leave then we leave in a body bag
Hey! The fuck you staring at?
On my way to the slaughter
My nightmares got me cornered
Something just moved under my skin
I need to open up
Autopsy, I'm ill
Made of broken stuff
Autopsy, and these
Painkillers ain't for killers
Can't shake the way I'm feeling
Just givе me what I need
Autopsy, I need to open up
I need to open up
Autopsy, I'm ill
Made of broken stuff
Autopsy, and these
Painkillers ain't for killers
Can't shake the way I'm feeling
Just givе me what I need
I need, I need, I need to open up