hey i forgot to mention i'm not a member of your team
  i just can't accept your standards and i'm running out of dreams for the hopeless
  i grasp what's left for me
  not giving up a wish for perfection
  at least not today
  the armour of our souls smells like captivity
  somehow we can't be bold
  for a lack of strategy
  there is nothing in our hands to force a change of ways
  the configurations are working and i don't want to hear the same again
  your pathetic lies bind my hands
  you keep telling me the same old lies
  over and over again
  i'm not giving up the wish for perfection
  or at least not today