Deconstruction

Shut up, fucking shut the fuck up.
Shut up, fucking shut up and deconstruct!

You have to listen, you have to listen carefully
For what you see and know was never real
There is no truth, there is no god, at least not in our... world
There is no sense, and no future in what you try to do.
As for me, my world isn't black and white
But no one said that was the correct elevation.

The world is an open place with clearance for your innate fantasy
So create and construct your own truth before you live with the agony
Come with me, take my hand, let's build structures,
Let's paint pictures of our worlds, you'll show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Before sanity fades and everything turns to... black, turns to black.

This war is ours, no, it is yours and it is mine
For what the collective dictates was never real
There is no right side of the force, at least not in our world
There is no prospect of success, there is no wrong direction.
As for me, I never hailed god
But never told that there's no other solution.

The world is an open place with clearance for your innate fantasy
So create and construct your own truth before you live with the agony
Come with me, take my hand, let's build structures,
Let's paint pictures of our worlds, you'll show me yours, I'll show you mine.

As we compare, as we compare our pictures
See the difference between what's yours and what's mine
See that there is no right, no wrong, no impossible.
See that this is your life!

Lyrics © Torben