"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?

Deconstruction, deconstruction

Deconstruction, deconstruction

Our world is in deconstruction