There's no limit to perfection

There's no limit to perfection… Just as none to being dumb… We got skilled in midwifery, Then in war became top gun. No forgiveness for the sinners — Here below it's all just talk. Dab our brows in springtime waters. Clean outside — but in the head? No more smiling when it's painful For the fate of our own kids. This is banned, and that's not lawful! Thinking? Don't you dare round here. No stability where chaos Eats up all and everything. Psyche, breaking easy on us, Drags us under, burying With the body the slain spirit. All our efforts come to nil. Sky's own children — sky's a sieve, it's Sort of human moth, that's all. Those beneath — it eats unseeing. Those who're stuck — it shoves below. Heavens crap out human beings. What to do? Their whim, you know… No feud between the floor and top — Only heaven's law at hand. While we sleep — they measure us up. When we wake — we'll understand.