But you come from the shit that made the flowers grow
We get deformed by society
We become perverted by humanity
And we blemish ourselves
Leaving cancerous growths on our souls
That can't be removed
Because we have nothing left
To hold on to
Except one another
Hate rises up from the sewers
Leaving a stench in the air on the hottest summer day
We lose sight of ourselves
We drown in our own eternity
And we corrupt our bodies and our minds
To achieve this idealistic perception
Of what life is supposed to be
Because we can't get past the dirty curtins
That cloud our windows
And we can't find the rusted key
That opens the front door
Because we're too afraid we might find someone
That turns our world upside down
And we're afraid of losing control
...We're afraid of that kind of perfection