Russian Roulette

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

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

You know you’re rotting your teeth when you keep running your mouth

You’re not a fucking victim
You’re just the 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