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