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, 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

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
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 upon a new contradiction is a new contrary