Lyrics:Decom-posuer
She's a painting out of focus, with no good sense of intention, she's authentic She's a model of disaster, with a heart of revolution She's so innocent, but guilty's her plea Everybody wants to save her, from herself They really want to save themselves She's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition She's a poem without a meter or rhyme, a random design of a flower Like a rose, no one really knows She's a master piece deserving, restoration or condemnation Time will tell us, is she a lifer, or a decomposuer She is rose, no one really knows