I'm living out of spite I'm talking out of spite And despite the fact, I wanna move on It's kinda hard to do when you're shackled by drums In your head, you know it's true All the people doing better than you I'm constantly confided in those who deny me My simple right of doing what I want to do Oh, I'm getting in your head I'm stealing your thunder Oh, what wondrous things we can do when sit down and play chess I'm starting to ponder What your head would like on my wall? Would the blood just drip, drip, drip, fall? I'm getting in your head I'm ten moves ahead You can't kill me, I'm already dead Was it meant to be like this? (I'm getting in your head) Was it meant to be like this? (I'm ten moves ahead) How am I meant to like this? Was it meant to be like this? (I'm getting in your head) Was it meant to be like this? (I'm ten moves ahead) How am I meant to like this? Was it meant to be like this? (I'm getting in your head) Was it meant to be like this? (I'm ten moves ahead) How am I meant to like this?