The human most fallible
Be the human who is least such
Or the one who is most so
Does the progress grow
With double help from a crutch
For here buried in the rubble
Is it possible for one to ever rise
Or once and for evermore, to despise
Be the sediment directed
And hostility be forever erected

Let the vendetta's symphony carry
Across the canyons of humanity
And from the cities of imperfection
I will sit waiting for the dissection
Bring forth the lobotomy
If you cut away, some night bright and starry
Will be merely more than a spotty display
For one who lived his entire life in the fray
The admission comes without hesitation
But never brings cease, as continues the desecration

If I ever be the one bearing the claim of perfection
Let the triggers pull and into my chest the messenger
The words from the executioner from above
Incurable be the lack of love
That comes in hand with the diseased heart of an ugly cur
It would be from here, that the masses by election
Must seek the purging, but until that day
I still stand by the way
Of my imperfect, but always reforming soul
And when separation occurs, I seek to fill the hole

Perfection be the tag of a fool too insignificant
To be content with happy obscurity
Be it the one whose arrogance stands above all
But at the heart, or lack thereof, comes the fall
To them, the world in their eyes is of false clarity
And through the lack of grounding in reality comes failure to recant
Because of a stubborn clot in the process of emotion
Long ago I cut off the demons and became drunk on the potion
Of enlightenment, but never once will I claim immunity from sin
My life is an objective destined for victory, but never once will win

Be the sin unrepented that sends a soul straight to Hell
Be the words unrescinded that land a man with exile
But to the folly in my stride, I strive to repair
This weather-worn grin and all the expressions I wear
Is the most honest of reflection after life's guile
Leaves me reeling here upon the ground where I fell
After sucker punch for sucker punch, still again I stand
If the awful bears resemblence upon my tongue, let the land
Beneath my feet be erased so to fall I shall succumb
As the days in my life slowly grow more numb

If I be the unnatural as depicted
Let this abomination be placed upon the trial
Of humanity and executed subsequently
Purge me from all strings of reality
But if all along, all the while
I've issued genuine regret for words elected
Stand down the weapons of thorn letters
Jesus will someday deny me the wing of feathers
And the halo of gold, but until then
I'll continue to remorsefully engage in sin