Crooked Teeth Papa Roach

[Verse 1]
Locked up in my hurricane head
Bloody knuckles paint the whole place red
Straitjacket, straight tie me to the bed
All alone in a room full of misfits
Cold blooded, cold hearted on a hit list
Paranoid, struggling, I gotta kick this

[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody's looking at me, staring at me
Everybody's looking at me

[Chorus]
Terrified, paralyzed
Something's got a hold on 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

[Verse 2]
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 every day stress
Flash back and I'm trying to forget
Bloody hell, bloody knife, bloody mess