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Crooked Teeth

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Locked up in my hurricane head
Bloody knuckles paint the whole place red
Straight jacket straight tie me to the bed
(Cut it out, you're gonna get dead)

All alone in a room full of misfits
Cold blooded, cold hearted on the hit list
Paranoid, struggling, I gotta kick this
(Cut it out, you're gonna get dead)

Everybody's looking at me
Staring at me
Everybody's looking at me

Terrified, paralyzed
Something's got a hold of me
Let me go
I can't speak
I'm choking on my crooked teeth

Wake me up If I sleep
Cause I'm haunted by my dreams
Crying out
But I can't speak
Cause I'm choking on my, choking on my
Crooked teeth

My crooked teeth

Caved in hyperventilating
Cutting way too close to my skin
I feel the devil trying to creep back in
I feel the devil trying to creep back in
I'm possessed by the everyday stress
Flashback and I'm trying to forget
Bloody hell, bloody knife, bloody mess

Terrified, paralyzed
Something's got a hold of me
Let me go
I can't speak
I'm choking on my crooked teeth

Wake me up If I sleep
Cause I'm haunted by my dreams
Crying out
But I can't speak
Cause I'm choking on my, choking on my
Crooked teeth

Everybody's looking at me
Staring at me
Everybody's looking at me

Everybody's looking at me
Staring at me
Everybody's looking at me

Terrified, paralyzed
Something's got a hold of me
Let me go
I can't speak
I'm choking on my crooked teeth

Wake me up If I sleep
Cause I'm haunted by my dreams
Crying out
But I can't speak
Cause I'm choking on my, choking on my
Crooked teeth

My crooked teeth

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