Letra de Perfectly Imperfect - Pyramaze
Letra de canci�n de Perfectly Imperfect de Pyramaze lyrics
This is serious
You don�t seem to understand
All the things we do
To raise the bar and expand
Will leave the weaker men behind
Guess we�re heading for a fall
Bigger, better, blowing our minds
There�s no space in our ideal world
For the strange and charming diversity
It�s the end of what we know
As the world of imperfection
We all stand trial
Every colour has its glow
�Cause we�re masters of correction
And self-denial
Whatever you dream about
We design and materialize
Down to the last detail
Our lives in custom sizes
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/perfectly-imperfect-pyramaze.php
And if you do not make the grade
You�re excluded from the club
We have no tolerance for the common made!
There�s no room for cracks in the surface
We will never settle for anything less
The beginning of the end
It�s so perfectly imperfect
We all stand trial
Every person has to mend
There�s no tolerance for defect
It�s self-denial
The beginning of the end
It�s so perfectly imperfect
We all stand trial
Every person has to mend
There�s no tolerance for defect
It�s self-denial
You don�t seem to understand
All the things we do
To raise the bar and expand
Will leave the weaker men behind
Guess we�re heading for a fall
Bigger, better, blowing our minds
There�s no space in our ideal world
For the strange and charming diversity
It�s the end of what we know
As the world of imperfection
We all stand trial
Every colour has its glow
�Cause we�re masters of correction
And self-denial
Whatever you dream about
We design and materialize
Down to the last detail
Our lives in custom sizes
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/perfectly-imperfect-pyramaze.php
And if you do not make the grade
You�re excluded from the club
We have no tolerance for the common made!
There�s no room for cracks in the surface
We will never settle for anything less
The beginning of the end
It�s so perfectly imperfect
We all stand trial
Every person has to mend
There�s no tolerance for defect
It�s self-denial
The beginning of the end
It�s so perfectly imperfect
We all stand trial
Every person has to mend
There�s no tolerance for defect
It�s self-denial