The ghost lives stuck in the chest of human perfection,
and a human craving for perfection craves for depravity,
and depravity is the plastic that its ideals are made of,
and the ideals are always embraced from the outside.
Hoping to assimilate reflects a soul waiting for euthanasia,
a conversion to the century.

Are you here to achieve perfection?

The ghost lives stuck in the chests of masculinity and femininity,
and a human praising the gender praises depravity,
and depravity is the trash that its ideals are made of,
and the ideals are always embraced from the outside.
Hoping to assimilate reflects a soul waiting for euthanasia,
a conversion to the century.

Are you here to live for others?