Perfection

Perfection

Your loved
ones waitin
for you

In the
backyard
of Society

You in the
blue-collar

Building the
dream machine

Kept everyone
clueless

Of who
you are

Not a
friend

Nor a
helpin hand

To hold
you through
the jungle
of unknown

And you
became the
ice man

Cold to
people around
you

You rolled
on

With the
pride of
a lion

Many to
the dust

Now with
a pot full
of gold

You back
home

With your
loved ones

An old
man now

The doors
of work
shuttin

Life
no more
in you

You sit
alone

In the
world

Close to
the 6 ft
hole

Caution: This might be all theory

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