Russian Roulette

What is this world inside your head?
Psychopath
Plastic spine and the heart to match
You disguise your lies
But I can see the cracks
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth!
So quick to say you wished they were dead
How’s it feel to talk down on a dead man?
Depression, a home you’ve never lived in
Obsession, the river you drowned in
Depression, obsession, depression, you hear me?
I got bones to pick
I got graves to dig
So cut that shit boy
I’ve had enough
I got bones to pick
I got graves to dig
So cut that shit boy
I’ve had enough
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth!
You’re not a fucking victim
You’re just a shell of what you think is a human
A desperate paradise
Forever weeping and crying for attention
Who died and made you king?
What is this world inside your head?
Psychopath
Plastic spine and the heart to match
You disguise your lies
But I can see the cracks
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth
You know you’re… fucking…