Blue-Light Autopsy

The cold, clinical scan of a perfect day — dissecting joy to find where it's flawed.

Lyrics

Blue light humming on my skin
I scan the day for what is broken

Can't enjoy a thing I built
Without a list of how to fix it

Why must I break what is working?
Why is enjoyment a threat?
Why can't I let myself settle?
Why can't I see the things that I got right?
(The things I got right!)

Performing a blue-light autopsy on a perfect day!
Pulling back the skin to find where it's decayed!
Even when the world is beautiful,
Somehow it's not enough!

I won, and still I heard the voice
List everything I should have done

I learned to build my worth around
Standards impossible for me to reach

Now every flaw cuts deeper
Than every victory

Why must I break what is working?
Why is enjoyment a threat?
Why can't I let myself settle?
Why can't I see the things that I got right?
(The things I got right!)

Performing a blue-light autopsy on a perfect day!
Pulling back the skin to find where it's decayed!
Even when the world is beautiful,
Somehow it's not enough!

Subject displays a chronic inability to settle.
Compulsively scanning a flawless surface...
Desperate to find where it bleeds.

Scanning...
Scanning!
Where does it bleed?!

Performing a blue-light autopsy on a perfect day!
Pulling back the skin to find where it's decayed!
Even when the world is beautiful,
Somehow it's not enough!

Even when the world is beautiful...
Somehow it's not enough.