Blind Channel - Autopsy

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 are you trying to eat that soup with a fork?
Welcome into the mind of a psychosocial
Whole crew doing fine, going in slow motion
Got a boiling brain, explosive emotions
They come in waves, here comes the ocean, yo

We locked away our monsters
Skeletons in the closets
Bad things don't like to be kept 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 give me what I need
Autopsy, I need to open up

Catch ya later, I've 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, what 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 give me what I need
Autopsy, I need to open up

Hello again, how have you been?
Tell me more about the lifestyles of the sick and dangerous
(Lifestyles of the sick and dangerous)
What do you think it means? How does it make you feel?
What do you- you should smile more
Positive thoughts, don't worry, be happy
Our time is up for today
Thank you and see you next week

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 give me what I need
I need, I need, I need to open up

Written by:
Aleksi Kaunisvesi, Joel Hokka, Joona Moilanen, Joonas Porko, Niko Moilanen, Olli Matela, Tommi Lalli

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