DIY Autopsy

Lyrics: Kyle Medina/Kyle Weeden/Joseph Schultz/Jacob Peterson/Vendel Lipcsei/Chris Vega Music: Kyle Weeden/Joseph Schultz/Jacob Peterson/Vendel Lipcsei/Chris Vega 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 l never get enough You wait For closure A feeling never known You chase The pleasure Cause you can’t take the pain Water comes and you just can’t stop it Kicking harder and fighting for the surface Hard to swim when you're living in excess Weighed down and drowning in vices Hard to change when you're living on instinct Know it’s wrong but You just can’t help it Can’t see When your vision is tinted Live on the edge You can’t misstep I can’t take this Still drinking the elixir An illusion Cause 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 and of time and space We will never be the same I will spit in your ****ing Face Consumed by poison you will never know true strength No morals at hand Your choices take you to the grave To the grave