Perfecting Failure (Acoustic Version) Lyrics

This is but just a proper introduction into the end of the world in which the authors are not writing fiction

Like George R. R. Martin, they're writhing on friction

What is your affliction

When will we all see that they're being facetious

Don't look to their faces, cause times will erase them to dust

Reserving one last breath for rebirth

The pages burn

You're left unturned

So save your words

Baby you could join me

You would be my lady failure

To go to counting dollars from counting sheep

This is the dream

Checking out their lies from the top in the fucking bodies that we trusted

They're lining their pockets in the rise of depression

It's not right

Bullshit reigns supreme

It's not right

You're a slave to the screen

Climb to the top as you feed from the bottom

Ten years before

Dookie like

It's my war

The page's burn

You're left unturned

So save your words

Baby you could join me in perfecting failure

We can beat them all perfecting failure

A boy rejected by his village will burn it down just to feel its warmth

The pages burn

You're left unturned

So save your words

Baby you can join me in perfecting failure

We can beat them all

The pages burn

You're left unturned

So save your words

Baby you can join me in perfecting failure

We can beat them all perfecting failure