The Columbian Faction

I am the most unhappy man
I have unwittingly ruined my country
A great industrial nation is now destroyed by its system of credit
We're slowly shattering, silhouettes of a glass society
From the depths of you shed, the diamond
From Wilshire to Grand Central, buildings will crumble, crumble, structures to piles

You tell me this jury, is this dollar loaned to me
Labeled the catalyst, the X amount, and it is recycled back to me
Recycled back to me
Live for this vivid vision
A vision I see
A vision for you
A vision for you

From my window I could see exploding lights underneath the veil over the speedway
Guilt for it
I punch right through the skies, distilled, pulling the clouds
I see you in a million dimensions, now you are finally found

I wrote all night long
We always did exactly what we were told
They never wanted us to know
I wrote all night long
A vision of a place that we call home
About a lifetime that we once knew
They never wanted us to know
The age of innocence
A vision of a place that we call home
The story of the oversaw, oversaw

Your loyalty means nothing to me
Expect to be stopped, not to be fucked
We try to break the boundaries
My mind is numb, entire cities washed away
This microchip, a new prediction to a contrary, oh!