I'm a perfect stain, on your perfect name, and there's no comfort here at all, for your hurtful shame
You pass the blame, makes me go insane, forever hold off the cause of this stupid game
You say it to me, how you feel it should be, All in your car, back in your car, It's plain to see, the way it needs to be in your heart, deep in your scars
even though you see the evil in their eyes, it burns a whole right through the core of perfect order, order
Every scene seems wrong, to just leave the care of the damned to those who aren't strong
Whenever heroes step in, play out their scenes, the worst of all you can't stop all those wrongs from bringing harm, with honour