End Of The Line

Perfect

End Of The Line


Perfect, I wish I was perfect,
as perfect, as perfect as you are
my senseless sentimentality
would not prevent me furthermore of living your ideal

Nothing is alright
no, I don't feel fine
It won't just go away
a whole world to hate
nothing is okay
i hate every day
every truth a lie
while this life is flying by

Sell your soul, every doubts a wall
that separates you from your goal, same old greed in a better suit
dressed for the fight in which you compete

Perfect machine, perfect machine
Insensitive and clean, you're a perfect machine
Perfect machine, perfect machine
Insensitive and clean, I'm a perfect machine

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