Lyrics Every Boy Should Collect Knives, Vol. 2 - Outline In Color

Build me a foundation
Not one of perfection
But one of structure and word
My eyes are upright, in constant search
Perfection, a shout Unconquerable
Aren′t we all human
Aren't we all human
Our time is now, for we are running
Running out
We were never meant to be, We were never
Meant to be
Give me place, reasons to be strong
Reasons to be strong
Fallace, the enemy at my throat
Where do I stand
Then hear my ties to burden
And this is where I′m from
Build me a foundation
Not one of perfection
But one of structure and word
My eyes are upright, in constant search
Perfection, a shout Unconquerable
Aren't we all human
Aren't we all human
Who am I, who am I to listen to a voice unheard in truth
I am, I am made in imperfections
To be searching for something
Found in ways of world we cannot know
Who am I to think I′m one with this
To devise a life and run with it
Well, I′m running away
Then hear my ties to burden
And this is where I'm from
So when my body fails me
And all my beliefs, taking flight
This is how you′ll remember me
Will I ever be answered
Given so many
So many choices
So be it
This is where I stand
Build me a foundation
Not one of perfection
But one of structure and word
My eyes are upright, in constant search
Perfection, a shout Unconquerable
Aren't we all human
Aren′t we all human