Gurldoll - Autopsy lyrics

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 Cut all of my teeth out of my mouth A bloody 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 a nightmare, but i loved it I can't fu*king 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 It's all the pills i'm perscribed 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 bloody thighs Rusty thoughts that sting with every lie What's the price for living through this? Tried to pray, got no reply Tried to pray, got no reply Tried to pray, got no reply Tried to pray, got no reply Tried to, tried to Tried to, tried to-- Rotting bunnies 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 Mutilating, 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 hell, 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 bunnies 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, scraped 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 bunnies Feeling sorry Playtime barbie Picking poppies Photocopies Her autopsy In her twenties Sweet as honey