all that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me unless its perfect ourside of these walls is an awful place as far as i can tell we are not the enemy we are not the enemy inside we were victims of a constant loss we were not the enemy i am afraid that opinions are contagious i am afraid that my plans will lose their place we are not the enemy we could hold our breath forever or maybe for a while the best will surely come until then youll feel nothing until then well feel nothing at all all that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me unless its perfect all that is beautiful will not be beautiful to me in all harmony in all of our disord can we really know all tha is pure we are not the enemy we are not the enemy we were not the enemy