We pain our faces so we feel so innocent
We forge a mask to over all of our sings
Deception is the thing we do best in..

We say
I am perfect, always perfect

Always perfect, like the dead

Born within a fairytale myth past
There is no final mistake that lasts
"I am the sanest person alive"
Said the madman to the child

.-And so begins the maddest tribe,
Made to be 'perfect' but still they...

We're like puppets in an old machine
Our wood is warped, only lies we believe
Obsession is the vice that we always pay
Always is the price that sells us as slaves...