Perfect (Of The Trees Remix)

What a perfect way to waste some time... Consumed by greed, ripped from these, microscopic fantasies And, I will try, to make them strive So if I, may die, let’s hope it’s right The fruit, you bare, sticky sweet like air Take a, night, just once, everybody’s having fun Until, we're left, a dusty empty shelf Of regret and shame… Who’s left to blame?