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