AUTOTOPSY

I bet it would relieve me to dig my fingers Underneath my skin and peel back the layers What I would do to never feel things anymore Dissecting myself while you beat down the door Which time will be the last? It's been calling out the dark The itch I can't scratch Gradual constricting of the heart They all start to see evil I hold, old comfort Is it now that I know what to do, though stubborn I bet it would relieve me to dig my fingers Underneath my skin and peel back the layers What I would do to never feel things anymore Dissecting myself while you beat down the door What if I'm bleeding And don't awake from dreaming Of this wretched life I lead Good times can't get in for free The last love I have Should not have to drag My ailments to the summit Forgive me when you stomach I bet it would relieve me to dig my fingers Underneath my skin and peel back the layers What I would do to never feel things anymore Dissecting myself while you beat down the door