Perfection
Well I look through a window and I see
Some people lying on strange contraptions
Moving their bodies up and down
A futile struggle to gain perfection
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
And I wonder
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
And I walk down and wonder
How in hell now this could be
And I find it amusing in a way
This pointless waste of human power
You pay to be strapped to a machine
The price you pay to gain perfection
One time, one more time
You keep repeating, keep repeating
Till you get a cramp until you get a cramp