PERFECTION

You're a machine
A little cute and robotic
Making a scene
And make yourself sporadic

Want to be just beyond perfect
No matter how much blood wasted
As long as you're in the crowd
And your name screaming is quite loud

I see your hands holding the scepter
Glad for being a victim of simple matters
Is it about maturity
Or just about insane and sanity

On the stage like world
Perfection is the word
A duty everybody holds
Break themselves into pieces and put it in a mold
Just like your ancestor told