Perfect Lyrics

Whoa
Treacherous times are just ahead
Whoa
Hold still or you'll break the thread
Whoa
That's holding up the fallen forces
Whoa
Finally knocked down from their high horses

Perfect things don't need us
But that's okay
We never much cared for the likes of them anyway
Hold us at our weakest points
Watch us break because we fall apart and the pieces slip away
Cannot see
I can't fight

Whoa
Not long before you've gone
Whoa
Don't be gone that long
Whoa
Everything is wrong
Whoa
No hope of moving on