AUTOPSY - Intellectual

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(Autopsy, autopsy, autopsy, autopsy)

Haven't even been buried

A microphone in her face asking when she last saw me

My soul still in my body

Reaped into content

For unrelated publicity (No one)

Mourns the experiment

Every interaction of my life being carefully documented

Thе roots stabbing my insides just to farm content

To gain more for you, my physical tormеnt

A case study, my autopsy wide open

My body being picked at, my wishes forgotten

A tragedy, my eulogy woven

On ink stained paper with my voice stolen

This isn't how I wanted to die

Petals rooted in my throat, couldn't say my goodbyes

This isn't how I wanted to leave

Documented anomaly that must be publicly grieved

You could say I died for the fame

For the bigger and better, yet no fortune in my name

It's a shame, really, all my loved ones get

Is no escape from the limelight yet no spotlight to pay their rent

Another victim to the ill researched hanahaki

A scientific marvel, but I never wanted anyone to see

The struggle and the scarring on my mutated body

Reciprocated love that cameras couldn't extend to me

Turn the flash off for the best angle in televised grief

It's okay to bankroll misery

If it's all that they see!