My villain Grew from a villain seed My villain You'll never get the drop on me But in my heart You fill a little vacancy You bearing the knife While I duck I dive and I weave And when I get up You hand me the missing piece My villain You see the trick hanging From my sleeve I call you a phoney While the truth is always staring at me If I have to harness A fire so easy to burn You hand me the fuel And see which way I turn Which way I turn While you're playing out the fiction in me You're some kind of chameleon The way you mimic any move I make Sitting there on the side While I'm punching my way above my weight Above my weight You keep playing out the fiction in me