Past Imperfect (Lyrics)

We won't play your game You wrote the book, made the rules We are excerpts from the same book, dog-eared but not worn out All books reach and ending So then, will our movement Gather all your hang-ups and feed them to the sharks We'll inhabit the space between the two extremes So alive in the body and so devoid of heard We knew there would be no future That was our greatest freedom