You're right, I get it
It all makes sense,
you're the perfect person
So bright, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
How dare you call it suffering
How dare you call at all
The touch of life,
once failed to mention so far
Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense,
you're the perfect person
Let's all live in your imaginary life
You're right, I get it