Tekster: Senses Fail. Let It Enfold You. Buried A Lie.

Rest in peace girl, your death is such a shame
The paper said a bullet got in your way
But I smell foul play, possible poisonin'
I had to bring you in for questionin'

I went to your grave, dug up your body
Brought it to my house, where you lay

So let's play doctor babe
We'll operate today
Incisions must be made
You could help solve this case for me

I headed downtown, to share what I'd found
It's not a suicide, it's a crime
I have a witness, it's clearly evident
There had to be someone else present

After time of death, poison's in stomach
How could she pull it, if she's dead?

So let's play doctor babe
We'll operate today
Incisions must be made
You could help solve this case

We need a scalpel now
Under white lights you lay
We've got to hurry up
Before the flesh decays away away

I'll catch the murderer and send him away
I'll get the evidence from your last day

Your last day
(Your last day)
Your last day
(Day)

So let's play doctor babe
We'll operate today
Incisions must be made
You could help solve this case

We need a scalpel now
Under white lights you lay
We've got to hurry up
Before the flesh decays away away