Somebody's crying now

His head is full of pain

Take him to the building

where they're playing the perfect game

Perfect game

Perfect game

He's standing at the window

to watch the falling rain

No matter how he sees it

the view remains the same

Perfect game

Perfect game

They don't know what to call him

He doesn't have a name

But they still know how to force him

to keep playing the perfect game

A set of perfect criminals

is hard to criticize

When your watching the perfect crime

through a pair of perfect eyes

Perfect eyes

Perfect eyes

When everybody else is simply wondering why we came

Maybe it's because we're all playing the perfect game

Perfect game

Perfect game

They don't know what to call us

Because we don't have a name

But they still know how to force us

to keep playing the perfect game

So if you want to find out why you call someone insane

Just sit inside the building where they're playing the perfect game



Perfect game, Perfect game

Perfect game, Perfect game

They don't know what to call you

Because you don't have a name

But they still know how to force you

to keep playing the perfect game

Perfect game, Perfect game

Perfect game, Perfect game

(to fade)