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