You can't improve on perfection, but there's a way to destroy it.
The sentiment of the flesh remains.
I'm not looking for anything logical or anything possible.
This is not human nature, this is not in your favor.
This is between insane and irrational behavior.
And this is madness.
You don't deserve this.
And this is madness.
You all deserve this.
There is no method to this madness, no one is safe.
Just keep holding on to the things that you believe in.
Facts that don't add up, just pretend that you can't see them.
Traditions passed down are typically not clear.
Please feel free to ask what the fuck is going on here?
I couldn't take the risk so I burned away the things I loved.
Fearing for their safety as I'm haunted by the things I've done.
You gave us life, gave us breath, gave us everything.
We gave you doubt, gave you death, ruined everything.
You gave us life. Now we'll take it away.
Just keep holding on to the things that you believe in.
Facts that don't add up, just pretend that you can't see them.
Traditions passed down are typically not clear.
Please feel free to ask what the fuck is going on here?
Do the ends justify the means?
Will you die with your conscience clean?