All that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me unless its perfect ourside of these walls is an awful place as far as I can tell
we are not the enemy we are not the enemy inside
we were victims of a constant loss we were not the enemy
I am afraid that opinions are contagious I am afraid
that my plans will lose their place we are not the enemy
we could hold our breath forever or maybe for a while the best will surely come until then you'll feel nothing until then well feel nothing at all
all that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me unless its perfect all that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me in all harmony in all of our disord can we really know all tha is pure
we are not the enemy we are not the enemy we were not the enemy