Inconsistent

I questioned the inconsistency of the afterlife last night,
tore the heavens from the sky
and finally put them right,
you never lose sight,
if you never comprehend shit
you're so fucking dead to reason,
but can't find the words to admit it.

And me?
I just sit back
in constant denial
that im the only one
that can rock this twisted smile
In a world so full of hate
and Im not crazy,
I swear to the make believe,
and perhaps
that's a laspe of my mental state
But that's only because
there's nothing left in this world
that hasn't been used to deceive.