perfect is a perspective
the music of sociopaths
is just a matrix of manipulations
a struggle to maintain an empty ego
an effort to pathologize the normal
the daily trip there is half the fun
leave the door behind
rewind
hit by the beam
time wont shake clean
reality is obsolete
killed the post modern dream
you wont feel a thing
where the sad clowns go
my instincts wrestle with her lies
as the bullshit wells up in her eyes
hypochondiracs tourguide
I was her lover not her babysitter
I don’t want to be the pain inside
the needle in her thigh
don’t worry I'm already dead
I just aint stopped moving yet
your life echos in eternity
love is the sweet short melody
that makes the road worthwhile
leave the door behind
rewind
