Testo Perfect World

There's no balance with glitches in the symmetry
A perfect world is only present in our dreams
We're searching for divinity with limits on infinity.

Open virgin eyes and feel the burning of the iris naked
Sacred channels found with buttons, inconspicuous and dangerous
Only meant to entertain us.
Faces of the sacrilegious born again from dust Caught between a rock and a place that's hard to reach a conscious state that's so ambiguous, you can find me on the cusp
Forward from the battlefield, eyes on the promise of redemption
Faces left with no expression
Hold the animation show with no special effects...and a cause.
Can't imagine being trapped in an occupation hazard,
Drained of all my passion, with no alternative interests
If I'm married to my job I choose the music as my mistress.
Unadulterated overlooked and under compensated
So detached from the masses with my finger on the pulse
Touch me with the artificial contact of a message in a bottle on a continental drift
Solitary cast away to last throughout the masquerade upon a broken skiff
And a wind that blows a kiss.