Autopsy
Peeling back a layer of skin
I’m a voodoo doll so put in the pins
Cut me wide open, come see where I’ve been
This corpse shows how to take one on the chin
Spiritually, I’m dead and that’s just as well
Maybe I’ll come back but only time will tell
Am I going to heaven? Will I go back to hell?
Have I been nursing a psychological spell?
I dance with the devil on all ten of my toes
My face won’t reflect what the autopsy shows
They pull on my petals like a delicate rose
They take life from me but that’s how it goes
The fact is that still waters run deep
I’ve never been one for someone to keep
A Pisces is not for the scared or the weak
So peel back the layers to see the real me
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