[Verse 1] Dim lamp hum on the case file Coffee rings stain every doubt Victim names under fingerprints You read them slow You read them out You sketch his face in the margins I trace his childhood in red Two cold chairs One cold silence Asking what lived in his head [Chorus] We’re angels in the autopsy room (ahh) Picking through the truth and the bloom Every monster once was a child Every timeline tangled and wild We say Nothing’s only wrong or right (oh) Lay the halo next to the knife Hindsight cuts like a scalpel bright We see in shadows Not in light [Verse 2] You say “he snapped” I say “he cracked slow” Layer by layer Peeling motive from the bone You hold the photo of the crime scene I hold the letters he wrote You count the wounds like rosary beads I count the times he begged for hope [Chorus] We’re angels in the autopsy room (ahh) Picking through the truth and the bloom Every monster once was a child Every timeline tangled and wild We say Nothing’s only wrong or right (hey) Lay the halo next to the knife Hindsight cuts like a scalpel bright We see in shadows Not in light [Bridge] Play the devil in your questions I’ll defend the dead in mine You say “lock him up forever” I say “follow every sign” Two soft voices on the fault line Sisters on a borrowed time If I were born in his horror Could his hunger have been mine? [Chorus] We’re angels in the autopsy room (ahh) Picking through the truth and the bloom Every monster once was a child Every timeline tangled and wild We say Nothing’s only wrong or right Lay the halo next to the knife Hindsight cuts like a scalpel bright We see in shadows We see in shadows Not in light

metal, Slow, downtuned metal grind with a funereal tempo; distorted guitars and bass locked to a half-time stomp, double-kick bursts only on key lines. A mournful, prominently-featured cello weaves counter-melodies and squeals in the upper register. Female vocals start angelic and close-mic’d, then widen into ghostly twin harmonies in the chorus; occasional whispered doubles for a chilling, forensic vibe. Big, cavernous reverb on snare, vocals sit forward, cello drenched in a darker, almost cinematic space., female vocals, slow, cello

Angels in the Autopsy Room