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