My friend
You failed again
You think you can aim perfection
When your life is a distraction?
That little kid running through the halls
And your wife crying on the kitchen floors
They're all just troublesme
Where did you even find them
Perfection is their bones
And the fears in their souls
Dont worry a few fingers won't hurt
Anyways you might also need some blood
Like suffering is misery
Perfection is immortality
-Ryu
