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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 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 Letras de cancionesSo 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... From Letras Mania