Autopsy

[Insturmental Intro] *Dum, Dum, Dum, Dum* [Verse One] We're dressed in black. "Am I getting colder?" I ask. Will I find out why some dead don’t rest? Will I have to face God and confess? (Oh no, no.) [Pre-Chorus] Suffocating—trapped inside my ribcage. Held my breath, hoping I’d find rest. I’m sorry—oh, oh, oh. [Chorus] Do an autopsy—do I still bleed? What’s inside—will it break free? When I flatline, do I still breathe? Tell me which part of me rotted first. (Mhm...) Cross my heart and hope to die. 'Til death do us part. [Post-Chorus] Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh [Verse Two] Got my therapist as a hotline. "Am I just stupid?" I ask. (Just stupid? Oh...) I hang up—they call back. "That’s the first time." (The first time...) Do I need some therapy? (Therapy...) [Pre-Chorus] Suffocating—trapped inside my ribcage. Held my breath, hoping I’d find rest. I’m sorry—oh, oh [Chorus] Do an autopsy—do I still bleed? What’s inside—will it break free? When I flatline, do I still breathe? Tell me which part of me rotted first. (Mhm...) Cross my heart and hope to die. 'Til death do us part. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] If silence was gold, I’d be too heavy— Too heavy to walk alone. Too heavy for any anyone to have the strength to hold. What’s the excuse? What’s the excuse… for these vitals? It’s vile— [Pre-Chorus] Suffocating—trapped inside my ribcage. Held my breath, hoping I’d find rest. I’m sorry—oh [Chorus] Do an autopsy—do I still bleed? What’s inside—will it break free? When I flatline, do I still breathe? Tell me which part of me rotted first. (Mhm...) Cross my heart and hope to die. 'Til death do us part. [Post-Chorus] Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh [Created and Written by @thexfool with Suno AI]