The Sick Bags - Perfectly Imperfect Lyrics

I am down, rather than down to earth
And old
In a sense that i've grown cold
With time

I am tired
Used up
And gently left to vanish
As if some higher power
Wanted me to punish
Myself

I am in a room
Dreaming
Dissolving
All my defeats are
On display
Like photographs framed
Shot by an artist with a steady hand
Shot by a visionaire
All on display
My perfect failures

I am down
And tired
Used up
And photographed
Skinned
Salted
Beaten
Down
But not down to earth

Perfectly imperfect
I welcome death