"My perfect reflection swims through the drowning pool. The sky is gone. My world is in deconstruction"
The fallen that dreams suicide Takes the needle, instead of the gun The victim who self crucifies can't realize Christ is a weapon that chisels at our lives Deconstruction The martyr takes his aim and wounds the holy man And on the eighth day God made the art of war And laughing planned the end
Who will tend the garden when the snake swallows the light? Who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight? Who will rape the weak when there's nothing left to gain? Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?
Deconstruction, deconstruction
Who will lick my wounds when they take away my speech? Will you stand in line while the shepherd hunts his sheep? Could you see tomorrow if I took away your eyes? Can you crawl from under new age prophecy's despise?
Deconstruction, deconstruction Deconstruct my reality and let me slip away, I am the dog
Who will tend the garden when the snake swallows the light? Who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight? Who will rape the weak when there's nothing left to gain? Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?
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