​delete, please - Autopsy lyrics

[Verse 1] Dear God, do you want to turn knuckles down and hold yourself Dear God, can you climb off that tree made in the shape of a T Dear God, the paper says you were the King in the black limousine Dear John and all the King's men couldn't put your head together again Dear God, the sky's as blue as a gunshot wound Dear God, if you were alive you know we'd k** you [Outro] Before the bullets Before the flies Before authorities take out my eyes The only smiling are your dolls that are made But you are plastic and so are your brains