Error of Perfection

With impatience, we leave for a broader world covered in gloom With imprudence, we deliver ourselves Into a brand new darkness With grace, we thrive And embrace the bleak future of our lives It's just how the society works, I guess I've tried many times to theorize why we are And why we hate all I've tried many times to love Only to be met with violence Oh, dear society please keep it up Maybe if I shout high enough I will be understood Maybe if I cursed loud enough You'd hear me out I'm just a pitiful error; Unfit for modern society's perfect biology. With anger, we delve down Into a bloody hell that everyone seems to love With anguish, we march to the tone The tone to injure ourselves to With perfection, we love And I hate you It's just how the society works, I guess I've learned that all of us are fake pieces of rubbish; I've learned we're all littering a beauty that we rape slowly, surely Oh, dear society please keep it up Maybe if I hurt immensely, I can inflict these wounds onto you as well Maybe if I leap down the concrete tundra, I can make it rain acid on your precious face We're all pitiful errors; we're all perfect for one another Screw your creations, beast Screw your ideals Society, please glue my shattered pieces Into your deviated masterpiece I hate you... Maybe if I die slow enough, I can enjoy the burning of it all Maybe if my corpse mocks well enough, I can stir tears in your toilet eyes Pitiful error; that's all we ever were.