Текст песни Trainwreck - Crooked Room

I'm shaking hands with silent knives,
sleeping with snakes at my breast i should have known, traitors, liars, thieves - they´re having plans we don´t conceive, traitors, liars, thieves - all sharpen their teeth, in crooked rooms their smiles are bent, they speak in tongues and bear their fangs and build you up to tear you down, piece by piece they tear you down, traitors, liars, thieves - i wish you all had one neck and my hands were on it.