There is the strange area, you know

Where all of us go to learn an' grow

Oh drifting into it with an open eye

We try to absorb every distorted lie

To see through all the charm masks

Securing false images in glass flasks

Places where we dance every night

Hidin' hearts in blinding neon light

Drownin' ourselves in ringin' beats

Buryin' destruction in white sheets

In these crowds, we enjoy solitudes

Try to put up with shelled attitudes

'N' masks fall off each broken heart

To reveal shards and a wrecked art

Which has not a very strange name

It's called , it takes every blame

Of shattering wild souls into pieces

'N' molding them into masterpieces

Once embraced this area so strange

It'll help you to derange an' arrange

All the shards of your heart an' soul

So stay in the border, play your role

For you are the product of a society

That doesn't care about our anxiety

All it does is set standards an' codes

Then you wander into them hordes

In search of an invisible 'perfection'

Wastin' your time, its every section

But have you ever felt need to see?

Perfection is all about settin' souls..

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Author's Note