Letras:
Deconstruction

: "My perfect reflection swims through the drowning pool. The sky is gone. My world is in deconstruction" The fallen that dreams suicide Takes the

shape Re-form perfect symmetry And give us dis-concord Find a place to be now To a-view the beauty of deconstruction In a surplus of noise that no one

One after the other, the Banished Ones fled As they watched from the distance The destruction of the Digital Garden With no more fruit to bear from its

Lay down lay down, lay it all down Let your white birds smile up At the ones who stand and frown Lay down lay down, lay it all down Let your white birds

It's 2:00 A.M. and the neighbors are jumpin' Mr. Cray threatens to call the police He jumps out of bed, hits his head Now you got something to really

If you could have told me I wouldn't find my way back home Never would have closed the door I never would have left the phone unplugged All night, waiting

You have now entered from the womb In my reconstruction from deconstruction Where instruments of genetic distortion is me Abandon your pious ways You

You have now entered from the womb In my reconstruction from deconstruction Where instruments of genetic distortion is me Abandon your pious ways You

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