I feel you crawling up my back
Whatever happens it's you I will suspect
A room temperature IQ
Self-righteous smile all night through
I'm sorry that my mind's a mess
But I will hurt your sorry ass
I can't breathe
You can't leave
Completely calm like a con man
When you come in the shit hits the fan
Give me two minutes, at the most
It doesn't matter that you are the host
No stopping now, a blown fuse
For painfulness I have no use
I can't breathe
You can't leave