Testo Who Fucked Who

who fucked who? who took who? and what you took, will it do? did you win or did you lose? who fucked who? who took who? essentially the way i see the world outside of me is covered by a film of treachery there is no reason i can see for you to turn on me but what is that i hear behind my back do you attack? who do, who do you attack? who fucked who? who screwed who? who made what secret rendezvous? and what was said between you two? who fucked who? who screwed who, man? when i see you now i really wonder why i cared there really was no point to this despair but when the lies are spoken, trust is broken, harm is done then nothing has been gained and nothing won just the hatred of a wounded enemy and when you look at me, who do you see? who do you see? when you look at me, a wounded enemy who fucked who? who screwed who? who took who, man? who fucked who? hatred, animosity are real as life to me there is no space between these minor chords but if the scales of life are weighted down with cruelty the other side is lifted up with love who do you, who do, tell me who fucked you? (roses are red, violets are blue, you're fucked up, but i am too. it's a sad story. yea, we've all been on the bottom of the old in-and-out. you've gotta rise up, rise up, rise up, an octave.)