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letra de autopsy - gurldoll

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
pry all of my t–th out of my mouth
a living 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 i might die, but i loved it
can’t f-cking stand this sh-t

look me in the eyes
can you tell that my heart is cold inside
made of ice, i’ve forgotten how to feel
’cause all the pills i’m prescribed
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 bl–dy thighs
rusty bathtub stained with every lie
what’s the price for living through this?
tried to pray, god won’t reply
tried to pray, god won’t reply
tried to pray, god won’t reply
tried to pray, god won’t reply
try to, try to
try to, try to–

rotting bodies
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
mutilated, 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 h-ll, 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 bodies
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, scr-ped 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 bodies
feeling sorry
playtime barbie
picking poppies
photocopies
her autopsy
in her twenties
sweet as honey

- gurldoll

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