Every time I look at you I know something you hate Every feeling by your touch becomes a deadly sign Everything I know Everything I do Everything I know Becomes so fucking low The perfect li(f)e I've been always working for Ask me not to tell you why Such need for perfect life It's the way been grown up Walking away from stinky mud But through the days I killed To catch the moral dream I realise all in vein Was the effort and the pain, for The perfect li(f)e I've been always working for