I am conducting an autopsy on our love

A love of empty promises and broken dreams

I have an eerie feeling we've been here before

A dark and dreary road where nothing is as seems.

Maybe it's heart stopped.

I am conducting an autopsy on our love

Careful to analyze our "Till death do us part."

How is it possible that I lost your eyes or arms?

Past deceit, lust and lovers always played a part.

Maybe my heart stopped.

I am conducting an autopsy on our love

Dissecting the letters and heartfelt sentiments.

Your life, clotted black and blue on the parchment skin.

Always and forever the only remnants.

Maybe your heart stopped.

I am conducting an autopsy on our love

It never had a chance to live or say good-bye

Infested by more demons than vast Hell can hold

Falling through fissures deep, it gave a final cry.

Cause of death: hearts stopped.