Shinedown

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 novacaine.
She's climbing diesels,
She can sharpen the pain
White lights, Train wreck.
[Chorus]
Black lips, Pale Eyes
Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.
She's a killer,
She is mine,
Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide.
Straight nine (?)
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.