The fallen that dreams suicide,
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Takes the needle, instead of the gun,
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The victim herself crucifies, can't realize,
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Christ is a weapon, that chisels at our lives.
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Deconstruction! [x2]
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The martyr takes his aim and wounds the holy man,
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And on the eighth day God made the art of war,
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And laughing, planned the end...
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Who will tend the garden, when the snake swallows the light?
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Who will eat the decay, when the worms have lost their sight?
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Who will rape the weak, when there's nothing left to gain?
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Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?
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Deconstruction! [x2]
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Who will lick my wounds, when they take away my speech?
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Will you stand in line, while the shepherd hunts his sheep?
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Could you see tomorrow, if I took away your eyes?
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Can you crawl from under, new age prophecies despise...
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Deconstruction! [x2]
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Deconstruct my reality, and let me slip away...
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I am the dark.
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Who will tend the garden, when the snake swallows the light?
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Who will eat the decay, when the worms have lost their sight?
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Who will rape the weak, when there's nothing left to gain?
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Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?
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Deconstruction! [x2]
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Deconstruction! [x2]
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Our world is in deconstruction...
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Our world...
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Deconstruction
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| Nevermore |
