[Introduction: (Voice fragment "Mickey Mouse - The Haunted House 1929)"]
[Verse;]
Perfect, another damn day I wake up
And what do I feel?
I don't feel bad about sleeping with my eyes open
Relief, because I finally realized, that they are very ignorant and cannot understand
I warned them, I counted to 3 and if they are no longer alive it is not my fault then and then they call me crazy
For killing those in the world who "spoke a lot" and "contributed little"
So I don't understand what they're talking about, I don't beat them to death, I kill them singing
It hurts them to see someone shine and come out intact, they don't understand what i write
I close the curtain, the next act begins
I'm fed up, abundant copies many think they're perfect
I am a prefect and this effect will bring you to the other side
(Yeah - Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Where we think that they are very "normals", bored for wanting to be "perfects and infamous", point me without fear partner, that I have cracked more than one neck of some of my rivals
Fear is not worth here, you have to be prepared
That suffering and losses are in the background
And everything is a surprise even for the most ruthless
What if I'm crazy?
I am a crazy:
"inspired" - "I have been used" - "mistreated" - "hinted at" - "deteriorated" slowly and this bleeding does not end
I'm not cursed, but damn those who are still standing
Standing because no one has brought us down and a thousand times they have tried
It is the human being the living envy that lives next to us
For any disappointment we are used
Let the "cool" die, those of us who speak the least are the ones who "keep the most"
(Yeah - Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Perfect, fly through the sky if the day is gray calm my body
I break his chest to find if there are feelings in his heart
I feel too alive and calm
They think my movement on the board is defined
And the more time they give me, my brain frets to find rhymes that give meaning to their lives