Autopsy
I miss watching the skin split
Crimson red, all in my sink, drips
All this time i'm still addicted
To all the pain that i've inflicted
I wanna see my insides spill out
Cut all of my teeth out of my mouth
A bloody nightmare, let me get out
I'm gonna scream, i'm gonna shout
I miss the feeling when the drugs hit
That sinking feeling, watch me fall in
Felt like a nightmare, but i loved it
I can't fucking stand this shit
Look me in the eyes
Can you tell that my heart is cold inside
Made of ice, i've forgotten how to feel
It's all the pills i'm perscribed
I'm so numb, i don't feel like i'm alive
Roll the dice, put the gun up to my head
And i won't flinch
I could die, i don't mind
Yeah i guess that i don't mind
Shallow breathing
Stare at ceilings
Dreams of bloody thighs
Rusty thoughts that sting with every lie
What's the price for living through this?
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to, tried to
Tried to, tried to
Rotting bunnies
Feeling sorry
Playtime barbie
Picking poppies
Photocopies
Her autopsy
In her twenties
Sweet as honey
She says she's a doll, she's a puppet
Doesn't play by the rules
Putting metal in the socket
Just to see how it feels
Mutilating, carving smiles
But she still can't conceal
All the pain behind her eyes
With the devil, make a deal
I love it but i hate it
Want it bad, i can't contain it
Any dream i had is faded
In the mirror, who's that staring?
I gotta run, i gotta get out
Blood is spilling out of my mouth
A living hell, without a doubt
All these thoughts, my head is crowded
I just wanna run into the emptiness
The darkness may reveal something sacred
Something better than this life
I'll finally heal
Drain my body, say i'm sorry
I can't do this, i'm for real
I'll sink, i'll close my eyes
I'll fade away like i was never here
Rotting bunnies
Feeling sorry
Playtime barbie
Picking poppies
Photocopies
Her autopsy
In her twenties
Sweet as honey
Shaky hands, smearing make up
While she's holding back her tears
Long dress, scraped knees
Now she's tripping in her heels
Sad girl doesn't want the world to know
How she feels
Red eyes, fake smile
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
Rotting bunnies
Feeling sorry
Playtime barbie
Picking poppies
Photocopies
Her autopsy
In her twenties
Sweet as honey
Crimson red, all in my sink, drips
All this time i'm still addicted
To all the pain that i've inflicted
I wanna see my insides spill out
Cut all of my teeth out of my mouth
A bloody nightmare, let me get out
I'm gonna scream, i'm gonna shout
I miss the feeling when the drugs hit
That sinking feeling, watch me fall in
Felt like a nightmare, but i loved it
I can't fucking stand this shit
Look me in the eyes
Can you tell that my heart is cold inside
Made of ice, i've forgotten how to feel
It's all the pills i'm perscribed
I'm so numb, i don't feel like i'm alive
Roll the dice, put the gun up to my head
And i won't flinch
I could die, i don't mind
Yeah i guess that i don't mind
Shallow breathing
Stare at ceilings
Dreams of bloody thighs
Rusty thoughts that sting with every lie
What's the price for living through this?
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to pray, got no reply
Tried to, tried to
Tried to, tried to
Rotting bunnies
Feeling sorry
Playtime barbie
Picking poppies
Photocopies
Her autopsy
In her twenties
Sweet as honey
She says she's a doll, she's a puppet
Doesn't play by the rules
Putting metal in the socket
Just to see how it feels
Mutilating, carving smiles
But she still can't conceal
All the pain behind her eyes
With the devil, make a deal
I love it but i hate it
Want it bad, i can't contain it
Any dream i had is faded
In the mirror, who's that staring?
I gotta run, i gotta get out
Blood is spilling out of my mouth
A living hell, without a doubt
All these thoughts, my head is crowded
I just wanna run into the emptiness
The darkness may reveal something sacred
Something better than this life
I'll finally heal
Drain my body, say i'm sorry
I can't do this, i'm for real
I'll sink, i'll close my eyes
I'll fade away like i was never here
Rotting bunnies
Feeling sorry
Playtime barbie
Picking poppies
Photocopies
Her autopsy
In her twenties
Sweet as honey
Shaky hands, smearing make up
While she's holding back her tears
Long dress, scraped knees
Now she's tripping in her heels
Sad girl doesn't want the world to know
How she feels
Red eyes, fake smile
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
On her wrist, the blood is real
Rotting bunnies
Feeling sorry
Playtime barbie
Picking poppies
Photocopies
Her autopsy
In her twenties
Sweet as honey
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Writer(s): Kansas J Acevedo
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