Silent Imperfection


In search of Absolute Perfection

The Ace of our time arises

Angelic whispers in the air

Giving us our final Ataraxia

Defiled Purity in it's worst form

Betrayed by an inhuman Espionage

Left alone you are the Forgotten One

Trapped inside this forbidden Ico

Luminosity blooms forgiving us all

The Perfect Picture persues

After taking prescribed sweet Placebo

Making you feel like some sort of Supernova

A new Titus is born refreshing the hope

But the Simple Plan........Failed

The devastation is Unspeakable

Leaving us all with a Silent Imperfection

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