DIY Autopsy

Only going where the wind blows
 You Fiend, always talking cause you can't stand silence
 Just a shell of what you once were
 So lost burning bridges and you wouldn't change a thing
 Will you come to your senses
 Just a slave to your senses
 Live it up
 You'll never get enough
 When you get the message
 Hang up the phone
 Fill your cup
 Live it up
 Fill your cup
 You'll never get enough
 You wait for closure a feeling never known
 You chase the pleasurе cause you can't take the pain
 Watеr comes and you just can't stop it
 Kicking harder and fighting for the surface
 Hard to swim when you're swimming in excess
 Weighed down and drowning in vices
 Hard to chance when you're living on instinct
 Know it's wrong but you just can't help it
 Can't see when you're vision is tinted
 Life on the edge, you can't misstep
 I can't take this
 Still drinking the elixir
 An illusion can you tell me how I feel nothing
 Try to run but you can't stop
 No time cause you're nothing but a dead man walking
 Will you come to your senses
 Just a slave to your senses
 Take a look at yourself
 A waste of time and space
 We will never be the same
 I will spit in your fucking face
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 Consumed by poison you will never know true strength
 No morals at hand
 Your choices take to the grave
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 To the grave