Autopsy

The hydra's ear was hosing me

I was immune while I was asleep

And I get my due

Just like the rest of them

I get my due

Let's throw stones and share the pain

We'll howl at the moon and still feel the same way

I'm wanted and I'm dead

Run your fingers around my organs

How you handle me is not my concern

Your brother pinched my nerves

How you handled me