F**K 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 stall or not to stall
Fuck all those perfect people

To drink or not to drink
To think or not to think
Some choose to dismember you're rise and your fall
And fuck all those perfect people

Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
Well, I'm talking 'bout you

To sing or not to sing
To swing or not to swing
Hell, he fills up the silence like a chalk 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
I'm talking about you