I don't know what the hell you're on about Sometimes I feel the hate is rising up in me again I'm on the outside, looking at myself What do, I see, my travesty or is it me? ... Is it anyone else? Go! I miss the pleasure when we fuck tonight Shut up, leave me, and close the door before you run away Oh I'm so sick, I don't feel anything What do, I see, my travesty or is it me? ... Is it anyone else? Go!