Who died and made you king?
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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 rot your teeth
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So quick to say you wished they were dead, yeah
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, and I got graves to dig
So cut that shit, boy, I've had enough, ah
I got bones to pick, and 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 rot your teeth

You're not a fucking victim
You're just a shell of what you think is a human
A desperate parasite, 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, ah, fuck it