In search of Absolute Perfection
The Ace of our time arises
Angelic whispers in the air
Giving us our final Ataraxia
Defiled Purity in it's worst form
Betrayed by an inhuman Espionage
Left alone you are the Forgotten One
Trapped inside this forbidden Ico
Luminosity blooms forgiving us all
The Perfect Picture persues
After taking prescribed sweet Placebo
Making you feel like some sort of Supernova
A new Titus is born refreshing the hope
But the Simple Plan........Failed
The devastation is Unspeakable
Leaving us all with a Silent Imperfection