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