Testo di The Perfectionist

Painted sky and plastic gardens Custom beauty with no pleasure Little demons shouting in your head Everything that's true Never enough for you Do you count all these tiny things That pull you down? Damaged from the start They say you don't have a heart Locked in your clockwork cold imagination Emptiness filled with sand Forms your perfect emotional land There's no joy Just frustrated insanity You cannot construct flowers Cannot change the shape of tears Can't you understand why? You cannot breathe, cannot breathe Drowning in your delusion Reach out Get mesmerized by imperfection See the size of your deception! Taste the chaos of all beauty outside Can't you erase all those rhymes? And for a second feel alive