Why do I never feel sure
Skin crawling under my shirt
I need a minute
There's a ghost inside of me and I'm trying to get him out of my head
Look what you've done
Look what you've done
Why do I never feel sure
Skin crawling under my shirt
I need a minute
I can't get no sleep but he can't bother me when he's dead
I'm a paranoid actor
You're the missing factor
The arrogant, fatal, dominant X
Trying to express this amidst the chatter
The motive for my metaphor is kicking in your fucking door
And getting my checks
I got my hand on your neck
Who are you imitating for
Bitch I'm the next dominant actor
You never ask for anything when I'm at the back door
Looking in
I won't pretend that I'm just here to talk
I got the knife in my hands
And I'm ready to chop
Too late to make amends
I need the madness to stop
It's too late to be friends
I thought that you were the top of my list
We won't ever get it back but we're coming around
You see the top of our heads pressed into the ground
We keep spinning on and on
Don't care if it's wrong
We're the demon boys and we're never alone