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