i am a shining example of imperfection,
a perfect collection of contradictions ,
my mind is traveling through disillusions,

to reach the clarity of higher power ,
they say. beauty is in the eyes of beholders but all the things i see make my heart grow colder
, so we rehearse the lines until they become mechanical

and we are all connected to chords through which they feed us chemicals ,
the side effects of this game that you chose to play is reenactment of your worst nightmares ,
if iv seen this sooner i would have never sighed my life away

so we rehearse the lines until they become mechanical
and we are all connected to chords through which they feed us chemicals ,
if you didnt pull your wings out, you wouldnt keep falling, you call yourself a traveller ,

but all you do i rewind and play back old mistakes that you left behind,
and you take and you take and you take ,
if iv seen this sooner i would have never sighed my life away

so we rehearse the lines until they become mechanical and we are all connected to chords through which they feed us chemicals,
if iv seen this sooner i would have never signed my life away ,
so we rehearse the lines until they become mechanical and we are all connected to chords through which they feed us chemicals