Open Pandora Open Pandora Violent twitching towards the closing void Through a maze of tortured pines Where life withers as one Broken kin, broken kind All who tread through the oil-soaked sea Deserve the fate of the sinking sky Our time here is not long Broken kin, broken kind Hide your hells in the dirt Where the dead define you Hide your hells here on earth Where death will find you Open Pandora Open Pandora The curse of coercion Two sides of a horrid mask Distorted dependence Loyalists to the falsest flags Wet work on the wasteland White washing the rubble It's never too many graves It's always not enough shovels Stand in the eye of the storm Stand in the eye of the storm Stand in the eye of the storm All is calm but then comes the killing All is calm but then comes the killing Open Pandora Open Pandora Too many graves Not enough shovels It's never too many graves It's always not enough shovels Hide your hells in the dirt Where the dead define you Hide your hells here on earth Where death will find you Turbines shriek In smokestack sermons True call to nature The mortal burden The mother sleeps In the blood of the future The dead define you Now death will find you A world driven by extinction Only ends in extinction Death will find you

The hate I have for you I swore I never would unleash But here you are in pieces Lying at my sweaty feet I masturbate with guilt While looking at your distant eyes I've had your torso seven times Yet still my dick does rise Lobing up your lifeless cunt With blood from where your legs were I slide in with ease My soul you please Finger your rectum You're just as good in death as life I don't know why I waited Your head is gone You cannot speak Can't think of what I hated You fucking whore! Fuck you! [Leads: E.C] [D.C] [E.C] [D.C] [E.C] Now I tire of stretching out Your dead and bleeding twat Variety is what I crave So with my knife I cut Your ass and cunt are now as one I join them with a slice The blood and defecation On my hard-on feels so nice

I'm unidentified He keeps pushing my eyes He's so electrified Analysing Exploding dynamite in front of my eyes, but I'm still alive I just brush it right off Dynamite and I'm so high I can move the moon now I'm so mysterious He keeps touching my thighs He's so mesmerized Investigating Exploding dynamite in front of my eyes, but I'm still alive I just brush it right off Dynamite and I'm so high I can move the moon I can hear my man Hear him toss and turn While the city's burning And I'm tearing down the walls I can hear my man Hear him toss and turn While the city's burning And I'm tearing down the walls I'm so ambiguous He keeps checking my pulse He's so hypnotized Examination Dynamite in front of my eyes, but I'm still alive I just brush it right off Dynamite and I'm so high I can hear my man Hear him toss and turn While the city's burning And I'm tearing down the walls I can hear my man Hear him toss and turn While the city's burning And I'm tearing down the walls Exploding dynamite in front of my eyes, but I'm still alive I just brush it right off Dynamite and I'm so high Exploding dynamite in front of my eyes, but I'm still alive I just brush it right off Dynamite and I'm so high I can move the moon

This ain't a studio, this is a morgue I ain't no Romeo, just another corpse (Look, my hair's on fire, I'm a torch!) Dude, why you trying to eat that soup with a fork? Welcome into the mind of a psychosocial Whole crew doing fine, going in slow motion Gotta boiling brain, explosive emotions They come in waves, here comes to ocean, yo We locked away our monsters Skeletons in the closet Bad things don't like to be caved in I need to open up Autopsy, I'm ill Made of broken stuff Autopsy and these Painkillers ain't for killers Can't shake the way I'm feeling Just give me what I need Autopsy, I need to open up Catcha later I've been busy hyperventilating Lay me on the table And see what this boy is made of (chaos) Shake the hand of a psychopath Don't look so scared 'cause they fall for that If we leave then we leave in a body bag Hey! The fuck you staring at? On my way to the slaughter My nightmares got me cornered Something just moved under my skin I need to open up Autopsy, I'm ill Made of broken stuff Autopsy and these Painkillers ain't for killers Can't shake the way I'm feeling Just give me what I need Autopsy, I need to open up Hello again, how have you been? Tell me more about the lifestyles of the sick and dangerous What do you think it means? How does it make you feel? You should smile more Positive thoughts Don't worry, be happy, our time is up for today Be happy, thank you and see you next week I need to open up Autopsy, I'm ill Made of broken stuff Autopsy and these Painkillers ain't for killers Can't shake the way I'm feeling Just give me what I need I need, I need, I need to open up