Trying to feel love But feeling pain In the world of perfection The thorn is the same Smiles on the web Tears when I'm doomed How do I see when there's mist in the room? We are connected by these lying demons We make no sense when we dry our tears How could it be if we talked about the truth? Is this so bittersweet? Imperfections Can you feel sorry? Can you feel loose? There are no shades in the rock bottom Covering rage Covering hate How do you live in this perfect place? We are connected by these lying demons We make no sense when we dry our tears How could it be if we talked about the truth? Is this so bittersweet? Imperfections