Album: Out of Bounds

Perfection

Well I look through
a window and I see
Some people lying
on strange contraptions
Moving their bodys
up and down
a futile struggle to perfection
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
and I wonder
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
And I walk down and wonder
How in hell now this could be
And I find it amusing in a way
This pointless waste
of human power
you pay to be straped
to a machine
the price you pay
to gain perfection
One time, one more time
You keep repeating,
keep repeating
till you get a cramp