"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 

Our world