There are perfectionists, who try to spread the toxic sickness
Becoming judgmental, demanding conformity to themselves
We shouldn't hold them up in worship, they are not superior
Dreams should not be sacrificed, nor should we bear witness
The high ideal is not shared, by conformity it overwhelms
A dream of human greatness is false, creating only misery
We cannot attain perfection, we cannot even replicate life
In the end what we seek is to make robots, not humans
The future of thought and imagination is lost
