Beautiful Reconstruction

You see,

Nothing is consistent, not even being beautifully destroyed;

Our fate was cast, it had already been chosen, and everything we ever did all amounted up yet gover'n', so we stood our ground and claimed "We've been deceived!", and this how the answer put us on our knees:

'cause the time had come, but we refused to see, we still all thought we each were better than he. So the skies stayed empty, the world stayed closed, and each cried murder, to all of those.

Well ,the skies opened up, and the clouds dropped in, the heavens cried out and tears washed in; just another mourning for those living within; "just another morning for us, let us beg for our sin."

'cause the time had come, one we should have conceived, but we handed over everything and pissed it through our knees. It was time to pay the maker now she said "You have been deceased."

And all we could think to do was stare up and say "Please?"

Well the skies opened up but the gates were closed, "all them mother fuckers looking down their nose," all of which were just trying to see "which one of I, am I better than… These?"

'Cause the time had come we had been diseased. We have raped, plundered, and beaten everything down 'till it bleeds; we've been raped and plundered beaten, even down to our knees, but the time is well past to confess our woe...

It’s time to head forward; it’s time to go.

So the skies opened up and the floods rushed in, and the world started burning from a fire within; everything it has to perish before it can be cleansed.

That’s the beauty of a story of inconsistencies and strife,
the beauty of the dying and in death, there’s after, life.


...you see our fate was cast it had already been chosen.