Lyrics:

Album: War On Errorism (2003)





she's a painting outta 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 grave 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

if she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knows