Plexi, plexi, bend don't shatter. Once you're broken, shape won't matter.

Looking at himself, but wishing he was someone else. Because the posters on the wall, they don't look like him at all.

His dreams are like commercials.

A billion people died on the news tonight.

Sure, the killer was my son, but I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It's the killer on this TV screen, you can't blame me, it's the images he sees.

Lookin at herself, but wishing she was someone else because the body of the doll that don't look like hers at all. So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up and gives a grin.

Most importantly fighters in my day knew the most important art in boxing - feinting.

All caught up in the trends, well the truth began to bend.