The devil comes, and, ah, I try to stall, and, ah
Soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl
And, ah, they begin to fall
As this cunnin' demon takes me as its voodoo doll
And, ah, darkness sets in as the horns start to grow
Suddenly I become somebody I don't know
This body's temple of doom
To, ooh, oh, make all of this go away?
I got many different names, but to you it's all the same
I be the crawlin' in your skin, I be the reason for your sin
I be the cunnin' in your charm, and I be the needle in your arm
Call me once might, let you go, but call me twice, and then I'm gonna get ya
Mind playin' tricks on me
Nobody knows what I'm goin' through
Somebody's watchin' me, clockin' me, hear my heart tickin'
Worshiping two gods can get you in deep
Crystal ball show you things you're not supposed to see
This body's temple of doom
To, ooo, oh, make all of this go away?
You know I'm gonna get ya
You know I'm comin' for ya
You know I'm gonna get ya
You know I'm comin' for ya
You know I'm gonna get ya
You know I'm comin' for ya
You know I'm gonna get ya
You know I'm comin' for ya
You know I'm gonna get ya
WRITERS
Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Marcus Alexander Urani, Harrison Todd Stafford