Joy of sin sometimes takes care of me
And it's so nice not to one divine
Me cover of humanity fascinates me
And me closer to heaven

And I like being in the land increasingly
My mouth opens and waits
The law even profane
The world always be more human

Perfection shakes me too instincts
Who says too perfect
Probably found a way bland
Not to be flesh and blood, not to be flesh and blood