Social Ghost

Sharp dressed man armed to teeth with the dancin' shoes
Movin' through the room in my tailor made costume
So many hats to wear and boy they all fit fine
You say you like my style but this design it wasn't mine

Who I am all depends on the way these devils dress me
My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me
Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me

There's a little whisper
Creepin' through my head
Devil on my shoulder
Tells me who I am
Well it doesn't really matter what I do or what I say
You don't really know me, just the roll I play

Who I am all depends on the way theses devils dress me
My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me
Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me

We're all just actors here to play out this little scene
Our dialogue dictated by who we are supposedly
This character is fictional, and the director ain't here to help
Every time I get to know myself I become someone else

Who I am all depends on the way theses devils dress me
My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me
Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me