# Title: Track 12: An Autopsy Of Us

[Intro] [A single, high, hesitant piano note is played.] [Instrumental Break] [Verse 1(Clinical Observation)] Subject is cold. The time of death... uncertain. Cause... an infection of the soul. A sickness I kept hidden behind the curtain. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2(Examination of the Heart)] The heart... was just a clockwork piece. It learned the rhythm, not the beat. It offered up a borrowed peace... A perfect, hollow, counterfeit. It knew the words, but not the plea. It never learned... to just... be. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3(Examination of the Eyes)] The eyes... were mirrors, not a window pane. Reflecting back my own proud pain. They never saw the person there... Just a solution to despair. They only saw a "project" file... To fix, to finish, to beguile. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4(Examination of the Hands)] The hands... they knew to build a wall. They built a cage and called it home. They held so tight, they crushed it all... And left a ghost to walk alone. They never learned to open wide, Just what to take, and what to hide. [Silence] [Bridge(The Realization)] And in this wreckage... I can see. The killer... was never them. It's me. I am the ghost... inside this room. The lonely king... inside this tomb. [Instrumental Break] [Outro] [A single, final, low piano note is played.] [A final, whispered word.] ...Guilty. [End]