Perfect Songtext

von End of the Line

Perfect, I wish I was perfect,
As perfect, as perfect as you are
My senseless sentimentality
Would not prevent me furthermore of living your ideal

Nothing is alright
No, I don't feel fine
It won't just go away
A whole world to hate
Nothing is okay
I hate every day
Every truth a lie
While this life is flying by

Sell your soul, every doubts a wall
That separates you from your goal, same old greed in a better suit
Dressed for the fight in which you compete

Perfect machine, perfect machine
Insensitive and clean, you're a perfect machine
Perfect machine, perfect machine
Insensitive and clean, I'm a perfect machine