Rapture

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