Deconstruction
Magnus Pelander, Ola Henriksson
Say me mister officer, what is it that you want from me?
I'm just another brick in this fascist regime society
I stand naked and abused
Utopian idealist breaking ways for all to see
Deconstructed patterns manifest in broken helpless souls
Inspiration draws her source from a muse that mutes and disconnects
Suspicion and coalition hold their hands when trust is gone
Satan is amused
If all our love
Descended from above
The altruistic ones
Would cherish in their hearts
Decide and conduct
Correct your misconduct
Be brave and be strong
Holding no other wrong
Definition of your mission is rules that last eternally
Tell me why then I am unaffected by your gravity
Tension blows a fuse