I'm a perfect stain, on your perfect name,
and there's [bad word] here at all, for your
hurtful shame

You pass the blame, makes me go insane,
forever hold off the cause of this stupid
game

You say it to me, how you feel it should
be,
All in your car, back in your car,
It's plain to see, the way it needs to be
in your heart, deep in your scars

even though you see the evil in their eyes,
it burns a whole right through the core of
perfect order, order

Every scene seems wrong, to just leave
the care of the damned to those who
aren't strong

Whenever heroes step in, play out their
scenes, the worst of all you can't stop all
those
wrongs from bringing harm, with honour