hey i forgot to mention i'm not a member of your team

i just can't accept your standards and i'm running out of dreams for the hopeless

i grasp what's left for me

not giving up a wish for perfection

at least not today

the armour of our souls smells like captivity

somehow we can't be bold

for a lack of strategy

there is nothing in our hands to force a change of ways

the configurations are working and i don't want to hear the same again

your pathetic lies bind my hands

you keep telling me the same old lies

over and over again

i'm not giving up the wish for perfection

or at least not today