Imperfect

It's not easy to avoid who we ought to be
 We're sighing then we're dying
 We're only human with our eyes closed
 We're only children of the sun
 Maybe we have forgotten or maybe it has always been like this
 Maybe we have forgotten that this machine kills
 Are busy sighing, then you're truly dying
 Do you still pretend to hear the angels cry
 Are you still suffering or is it okay now
 I can't believe this one track mind
 Emancipation is a two-edged sword
 This is not what I call freedom
 Imperfect
 Come a little closer, little closer
 Hear me plead
 Have you seen the first dawn of a new tomorrow
 Do you still pretend to stand branded by the light
 Now we're still suffering and it ain't okay at all
 I can't believe we're so small
 Still not what I would call freedom