Something's inside,
We can feel it.
For every ring placed,
It appears as two.
It's not me, it's not her,
It has to be you
The one ******* around in
My private information -
I mean what's it to you?
You're never going to be visible,
You're not wanted.
The public eye and it's alley shadows
Curse you,
You satanic being
I condemn the both of you.

Something's inside,
We can feel it.
Her body is clay
And we need a craft
So pucker your lips,
Pull the mic close
I'll sing the words
Don't try and stop it.

I'm in control.