Sterilized Times

Waiting for the day to begin seems like wasted time There's a comfort in the light but where's the sacrifice When there's nothing waiting in the shadows And comfort is vastly overrated Imperfection has an allure that grabs ahold of an unlocked mind So much beauty in a scar All the magic of the stars But so often dismissed But the best collects in the bottom of barrel But so rarely tasted And imperfection is treated as a flaw I want to scream I want to spread the news We live in sterilized times Overprotected from the womb I want to pry open eyes And fill them with unfiltered grays and tints that leak outside the lines Expectations set impossibly high Standards built on double standards Yeah John Makarewicz - Guitar, Bass Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Drum Programming, Vocals Steve Murphy - Drums