Idol

A misprocess in creation of man Leaving us starving Leaving us hollow Never to be satisfied Flawed from birth, twisted perfectionist Driving himself Into delirium Fighting a war that can never be won In his dreams he sees a perfect self The mirror now a mockery Reminding him of what he still is What he shall never be Perfection, solitary confinement Forced upon all those Starving Hollow As I have craved, so I've achieved And yet at the top of my ivory tower The view bears none All I can see is My Twisted beautiful fantasy My Final form