Eternal upgrading standards.

Unreachble but still we aim to become anything but ourselves.

We accept everything though it rapes.

We accept everything though it kills.

Now I search for truth in all that I got left and I'll find salvation in

Me.

This world demands perfection.

They're killing us everyday.

They're raping our mind with false hope of a happier existence.

I'll rather be imperfect of perfection.

Life is pushed aside.

Profit held so high.

Unreacheble.