I am perfect
Played out by guys who claim they are not worth it
Reclusive beings carrying flaming torches
Caving from inside forces
Seeking outward for answers that lay within
Judging one by anothers sin
Dream of what could have been
Reveal that which is sentimental as kin
Save yourself from this obscene
Rob us both of the American dream
Disbelief of weakened minds
Steadily researching past times
Unwind into me
My theory of string
Higher with each swing
On a playground of relief