Lyric

- “My life is hell!”

Partha thought

He walked out of the corner shop

With a packet of cigarettes

The truth was that smoking

Tastes bad

I just didn’t want to end up

Living my life like a machine

Can I really stay the way l am?

I decide to

Smoke another cigarette

It wasn’t delicious after all

I just didn’t want to end up

Living my life like a machine. -

- His father was strict

His father said

There’s no such thing as being

Precisely and accurately wrong

If you’re wrong

It’s just a piece of junk. -

“Is there really any appeal

In the mechanical life?”

- Partha always did as

His father said

He tried to play a perfect life

Because I don’t

Want to be junk. -

“Is there really any appeal

In the mechanical life?”

There’s no such thing as

Perfect Life. Just like

There’s no such thing as

Perfect despair

There’s no such thing as

Perfect Life. Just like

There’s no such thing as

Perfect despair

A little while, finally he said

“I want to live a

Robotically accurate life.”

I’m already singing

About something

Different than what he sang

A minute before this song

That’s what life is like

Isn’t this?

Understandable

Only to oneself everyday

Can’t see the wood

For the trees

What are you thinking

About a minute ahead

There’s no such thing as

Perfect Life. Just like

There’s no such thing as

Perfect despair

There’s no such thing as

Perfect Life. Just like

There’s no such thing as

Perfect despair