This everlasting energy that drives us further to the end It proves fatal, vital to be Incomplete is to live and perfection is death we are all marching martyrs in this hole called earth
We all crawl our way through life to live Bred to consume and to breed, to bleed
Striving for a life of perfection Unable to see what we really are Convince ourselves that there is a point to breathe
A vision of salvation that keeps us striving for the cause Is it pointless? devoid of hope Incomplete is to die and perfection is life Telling lies despite yourself is fodder for the weak
Striving for a life of perfection Unable to see what we really are Convince ourselves that there is a point to breathe
‘What is man but a self proclaimed evolved animal Following pointless rules and fooling itself its own Existence is of any relevance to this world, at all’
Idiocracy, reality, a self fulfilling prophecy A recurring nightmare of goals you can’t achieve
Striving for a life of perfection Unable to see what we really are
Striving for a life of perfection Unable to see what we really are Convince ourselves that there is a point to breathe There is no point… Striving for a life of perfection Unable to see what we really are Convince ourselves that there is a point to breathe