I can't find time in this monotony
and I can't find consistency for the life of me
They say the grass is always greener on the other side
but whether or not the grass is even green I can't decide
Nothing is what it seems anymore because we all make it what it isn't
Nothing ever was , because we thought we knew but we didn't
You can create something you think is solid
but the truth is anyone can decide what to call it
They can destroy it so entirely they enable its true construction
Re-constructed while your still focused on its destruction
So I guess I'll never find consistency
Time, people, me, still seem to change monotony
