hey i forgot to mention i'm not a member of your team   i just can't accept your standards and i'm running out of dreams for the hopeless   i grasp what's left for me   not giving up a wish for perfection   at least not today   the armour of our souls smells like captivity   somehow we can't be bold   for a lack of strategy   there is nothing in our hands to force a change of ways   the configurations are working and i don't want to hear the same again   your pathetic lies bind my hands   you keep telling me the same old lies   over and over again   i'm not giving up the wish for perfection   or at least not today