I'm on the fence of the offence that you have committed
I'm of the sense that your offence is off the fence, acquitted
I've sh*tted out what you're about without a mention of the fences that I'm on when you're committedly dimwitted
Even a single cell, not content upon itself
Will tear itself apart for company
Just like you can be living well
But feel like living hell unsatisfied with who to you want to
Want to be
If you get close to me
You get next to nothin
... but the same old story
Obscene and gory
Guts and glory
Even extremes get boring
To me
When broken down and smothered
We all rediscover
We don't know why we suffer
Like two neurotic lovers
Who think they bruise each other
'cus they like the pretty colors
All over
Go on, believe every word that you've heard
Watch the details get too absurd to discern
You're the worst!
You're the best!
So composed!
Such a mess!
It's all true, it's all true
But what about you?
What about you?
It's all true...
What about you?
It's all true. What about you? It's all true