Less & More

What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit
But whats so wrong with profiting from the immoral acts with which we face the ever living endurances of our past?
Looking back at the image in the mirror
And all we see is the future on the mural
For what is apostasy after all but seeing the light of our actions
Acting like we're all in THE utopia
Knowing our desires become quite unattainable

But the pursuit of perfection is all that creates the important distinction
Fair and well we all are individuals and the ideals represent everything we fight against
But once we stop trying, it all falls to shit
But achieving the success turns it out to be more like a hit
Deceased or in feces are the extremes of our reaches
In between comes a ground
Within which we have to pretend we are reaching for each
Both unattainable, yet becoming the ultimate desire
Not wanting to achieve it
Yet dying to believe it
Mindfuck, i know and that's what i'll call it
Comprehension, i'll try, it'll be the ultimate retire!