What's left to find with tolerance so distant

It’s a better mind sublime and inconsistent

It's a rapture from inside

You can hear the open spaces

Like a social suicide

Tears the evidence of life's decay

Gone wrong again so up in arms and in distress

Imperfect sins without a vessel to confess

It’s a rapture from inside

You can hear the open spaces

Like a social suicide

Tears the evidence of life's decay

Penitence the fertile ground we've left to spoil

Obstinance destroy the crown for which we toil