Measured by standards of perfection, by a disease
I didn't know what I was doing, not wanted to see
I'd already tasted of venom, of humanity's history
People without empathy, starving the rest for gain
This world has no sibling, we are forced to remain
Seeking a new life is impossible, so I try to endure
I know that I am a waste, others get by with allure
I've nothing, and nothing wants me, so I just wait
Sooner or later I'll sleep or find my self awakened
Then respond to the calling, by breathing or not
