Perfection is inhuman
To forgive
is divine
Diogenes
and his lantern
An honest man
he could not find

When they live up to the standards
that other people set,
they sell themselves short,
they settle for second best

A misanthropic lifestyle,
reclusion and contempt..
I use my mind, become myself,
don't fear what might come next

See the contagious phobia
spread through our streets
Realize no branch can bear
fruit on its own
Hope: in our hands
lies success or defeat
Pray we can cure...
Destroy the social syndrome

Quick to give an answer
when it's all in retrospect
Living with their prejudice,
ignorance feeds neglect
Misdirected logic,
their priorities are confused
Just living day to day for them is catch 22

Knowledge is our weapon
Faith provides a cure
We must believe in what we know is right,
believe in what is pure
If we vow to make a change
and open up our hearts,
we'll combat the social syndrome
and we're free to a new start