The roots of our ID, that strive for perfection, are deep in our imperfection
Hidden passion is building an ideal world
Never to be achieved but we have to resist
Is there a combination to decode?
A combination of imperfect actions is opening the door to perfection

Is the trace, we are leaving behind, what we have renounced or what we are?
A lot has been made, not much has changed

The roots of our ID, that strive for perfection, are deep in our imperfection
Hidden passion is building an ideal world
Never to be achieved but we have to resist
Is there a combination to decode?
A combination of imperfect actions is opening the door to perfection
Is there a progress drawing an increasing straight line or a moving spiral?
Idealist are leading the way, all other interfere
We are going toward a ruthless failure

Go!
A perfect society, a perfect life!
A perfect robbery, a perfect mind!
A perfect murder, a perfect rage!
A perfect person, a perfect fake
Nowhere to find

The roots of our ID, that strive for perfection,
Are deep in our imperfection
Hidden passion is building an ideal world
Never to be achieved but we have to resist
Is there a combination to decode?

Is the trace, we are leaving behind,
What we have renounced or what we are?
A lot has been made, not much has changed