CONCENTRATED BETWEEN THE AFFORDS
THE SOUND AMIST THE OBTRUCTIONS
THESE MUFFLED DISTICTIVE IMPERFECTS
REHERSTED, TIL RIGHT, THEN A WORLD SHALL HEAR
COMPLIMENTS NEITHER CREATE , OR FIX WHAT'S TROUBLING
THEY CALM, AND APPEASE
THEY GIVE ONLY TIME FOR SMILING
LIKE A WOMAN THEY ARE RIGHT AT RIGHT TIMES
LIKE AN ENEMY THEY TRICK AND DECEIVE
TODAY I TOOK A LOOK INTO MY BROKEN MIRROR
IT REFLECTED BACK THE IMPERFECT ME
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PERFECT THAT THE IMPERFECTS DON’T WANT TO KNOW
CAN I AMEND THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY MIRROR?
I FORGOT TO PUT ON MY LIPSTICK ON MY WEEDING DAY, GOSH MY HUSBAND SAW THE IMPERFECT ME
THE CAPTAIN JUST TOLD THE CREW HE FORGOT TO BRING ALONG HIS COMPASS
THE IDEALIST STRIVE FOR PERFECTION FROM THE FATHER ABOVE BUT THE TRUE SON OF THE FATHER ONCE SAID “HE WHO WAS PERFECT WAS TO CAST THE FIRST STONE”
BECAUSE OF OUR STAINED SOULS, A UNIVERSAL DETERGENT WAS POURED ON EACH SOUL TO BRING PERFECTION DEFERRING THE LAWS OF AFFECTION
THE HEART OF MAN IS FULL OF CORRUPTION CONSTANTLY BLEEDING OUT CONTEMPT WITHOUT CLOTTING
BUT WE NEED TO FIGHT EAGERLY AGAINST EVERY UNCERTAINTIES WITHOUT HESITATING
NO MATTER HOW HARD WE FIGHT THESE UNCERTAINTIES EVERYONE WILL DIE TRYING
MY PERFECTION IS LIMITED BEFORE MY IMPERFECTION AND THAT MAKES ME PERFECTLY IMPERFECT SOUL
Normal people, that's my game.
You think you know me? How lame.
I make my way, night by night.
Better watch where your going, I bite.
It's not for money, women, or fame.
It's for the bodies I claim.
I would tell you, but you wouldn't understand.
I feel like a fish, out on dry land.
There is no one like me, I am unique.
The world will die, I give them a week.
Kill them all, that much is clear.
I have to make them, disappear.
I'll bury them all, one by one.
Until my final task, is done.
Your lives are in my hands, your souls.
I'll pump your chest, full of holes.
I want the world, all to myself.
Only me, no one else.
Your impurities, make me ill.
And that's not how, I want to feel.
No need to run, that much is true.
I'll get you no matter what you do.
The world was going, in a downhill path.
I had to do something, had to act fast.
Your hookers and druggies, sicken me.
And that's not how, I want to be
If you were only perfect, like me.
This wouldn't have to happen, you see?
It's your own faults you brought it on yourselves.
Now you all, GO TO HELL!