perfection can be subjective
you are perfect in my eyes
i will be your piece of meat
your sudden pawn of compromise

preferences are not elected
it's a feeling of larger size
better judgement takes a seat
while impulses take the prize

he had arms like a latch
he put her under lock and key
once he closed them, she was trapped
he will never set her free

oh Lord, i've searched for so long
i can't find no inner peace
i am trying my best to be strong
the same fight and the same beast

oh Lord, i am losing the fight
i have fallen to my knees
tell me that it will be alright
oh Lord help me please

oh Lord, can you hear me pray?
can't we reach some compromise?
i'll do my best to do good every day
you bring hope back to my eyes