Spending days chasing the ideal image of human perfection Murderers in control cultivating pieces of this personality In the pursuit of flawlessness the truth is now under you This is a bland perception of thy consciousness Bruising up the reflection Days pass, and nights drag on Thoughts clawing at your mind to end this life And rid the world of the flawed A slick raise of the knife pieces the ultimate direction of another life into its hands Embrace any nuisance value that shows you your past How would you know that it is not a trance? My mind is yearning for more You hold a labyrinth