: [Lyrics by Chris] Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room, fear
: You have to be joking They wouldn't do what you said Oh, my vision is blurred again You have to be kiddin' me They wouldn't do those unspeakable things
gutter i am collapsed in. once i dreamed, but then ... i ... woke ... up. [song] ...open wide, look inside at my autopsy i feel like a woman
: And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my
You must philosophise, But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes, You tell me things no one else hears. You spend all your time crying
Figuring out you and me Is like doing a love autopsy They could operate all day long And never figure out What went wrong Love autopsy Love autopsy
Wheeled in on a cart Lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality Butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room Fear of impending doom The
[bonus track]
Dear God, do you want to turn knucles down and hold yourself Dear God, can you climb off that tree made in the shape of a T Dear God, the paper says you
My beloved autopsy ward, the product of hospital architects Inspected and approved by the College of American Pathologists Adjacent to the morgue and
I feel like I'm being deceived I feel like a beautiful loser I feel like all you sheep are laughing at me Open wide, look inside, at my autopsy My autopsy
It's a party of my charade To keep all others of my day A page in time goes both ways The party has just begun, please stay You can be mine when the
Oh, she never had a chance She was only five years old Pity the poor little darling now Oh, she never had a chance Death come quick for a girl Victim
I am 45 Grave No reason 45 Grave What is 45 Grave What is in my mind 45 Grave in outer space Demon at a slow pace What is in my mind The dying time is
When the moon arises on the western sky and the vampires are out on the sly at times they have trouble finding necks to bite that's why I cook up in my
Dead like a piece of old wax, non existing and all burned out/ thrown away and broken/ unwanted and unloved/ It's takes all things to be like wax, useless
All I got is a Black Cross and two crabs in my left eye. What you say you want you want, like a lump in your right thigh. Chorus We're going left on right
The hate I have for you I swore I never would unleash But here you are in pieces Lying at my sweaty feet I masturbate with guilt While looking at your
