Out and now the people're here - surrounded, city concrete sprawl
See my eminence, now come undone. My maker's son, a perfect one
Listen here, his vision is clear - I am the perfect version of you
Listen now, his mission's here - an artisan body, a break through
All the world behold my beauty, My perfection's glow
Can Humanity contain the greatness my maker bestowes
It's hard to gaze upon the flaws - You're not perfect like I am
All slaves to your sins, in vice cold claws
So sure I am that this is fact
My mental functions still in tact
Can I be free from bitter sins?
These vain desires deep within
All the world behold my sadness, my despair and woe
Now I see the truth so clearly, It's my time to go
Oh please don't gaze upon my flaws
I'll return to where I've come from
My Maker, my purpose…. A lost cause.

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