The picture of perfection self destructs in between my eyes
I feel like i'm walking blind
We ponder our goals, not knowing if we are humans in disguise
Best believe we pay back society with angry teenagers
Angry families who want revenge for the agony they brought upon us
The everyday situation of life becomes critical
Until you become someone who became invisible
The world doesnt care about about our victims
We only care about feeding the minds of our younger generation with poisin
Our role models were not meant to be put on a pedestal
Raised with broken wings, led thorn, and torn hearts
We follow the way of misleading paths
Now picture perfect as in picture this
Because perfect is the opposite to what we see
And perfection becomes our deadly recipe.