Crooked Teeth

Tell me the truth
Every night when you come home
Smiling through your crooked teeth
Did you think
Did you think that I would believe
And when you're lying in the streets
Surrounded by your own delusions
To think that you are
Everything I've grown to hate

You call this justice
Blind swing at death
And when you're all alone
Maybe you'll be next
You disgust me, so repulsive
Make me fucking sick
Keeping track of all your lies
There's nothing real left inside your fucking head

And now you're all alone