Cyanide Sweet Tooth

Shinedown · Somewhere In The Stratosphere [2011]

She's a still thrill of suicide they say,

Cyanide in her plastic veins

She's a mannequin of misery,

She's on a bender,

But she ain't gonna break.



Hey, Hey.



Taste like sugar, but it's Novocaine.

She's grinding teeth so she can sharpen the pain

White lights, Train wreck.



Black lips, Pale Eyes

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.

She's a killer,

She's my,

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.



Strychnine Cerebellum feeds the brain,

Hurricane and a violent rage.

They say,

She's a looker just like Anna Nicole.

Oh, no.

Fuck the silver,

Let's go straight for the gold.



Hey, hey



Digging deeper than a six foot hole,

She's snorting cocaine through a suicide note.

White light. Train wreck.



Black lips, Pale Eyes

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.

She's a killer,

She's my,

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.



White lights. Train wreck.



Black lips, Pale Eyes

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.

She's a killer,

My my,

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.



Black lips, Pale Eyes

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.

She's a zero,

point five,

Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.