Lyrics Autopsy - Blind Channel

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

Catcha 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! 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
What do you think it means? How does it make you feel?
You should smile more
Positive thoughts
Don't worry, be happy, our time is up for today
Be happy, 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