I'm swing-dancing with my demons, 'cause they the reason I've been livin' this nightmare, with no trouble sleepin' And I ain't never trust nobody, 'cause they end up leavin' So I stay up late nights, you know I be creepin' In the rickety riff-rafters, tiptoein' in bloody boots Cleanin' up these murdered tracks with logic, bleach, and reaper too Like a serial killer to the beat, I use pro tools Mix it up and take a picture, lock it up, and bounce two I copy one for me and copy two for my bro Casper He lives in my home rent-free 'cause he knows how to master You will never meet him, 'cause he just a ghost, rapture Of my better life that I've been yet to still capture Welcome to the late-night circus Where you could be a freak on purpose Under the sheets, you know I'm lurking You know me, do you like what you see? Do you like what you see?