Lipobay

»Dead as dead can be«, my doctor tells me
But I just can´t believe him, ever the optimistic one
I´m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me, don´t play dead cause maybe
Some day i walk away and say »you disappoint me«
Maybe you´re better off this way
Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
It´s your right and ability
To become my perfect enemy

(A Perfect Circle, Passive)