In the perfect world, would everyone be the same? Have the same style, same look, same name?
In a world that is perfect, would there be any war? Any people feeling bad, wondering what on Earth to fight for?
In a world that is perfect, would we care about love? The pierce of the arrow, the call from above?
The blood from our bodies, leaving us in a trance, Just because we wanted a perfect world, and we took that horrible chance.