FUCK ALL THE PERFECT PEOPLE

To be or not to be To free or not to free To crawl or not to crawl Fuck all those perfect people To sleep or not to sleep To creep or not to creep And some can t remember, what others recall Fuck all those perfect people Sleepy eyes, waltzing through No I m not talking about you To stand or not to stand To plan or not to plan To store or not to store Fuck all those perfect people To drink or not to drink To think or not to think Some choose to dismember, you re rising your thoughts And fuck all those perfect people Sleepy eyes, waltzing through No I, I m talking about you To sing or not to sing To swing or not to swing (Hell) He fills up the silence like a choke on the wall Fuck all those perfect people To pray or not to pray To sway or not to sway Jesus died for something or nothing at all. Fuck all those perfect people Sleepy eyes, waltzing through No I, I m talking about you