| 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. x2 | |
| From my window I could see exploding lights underneath the veil over the speedway. | |
| Guilt for this I punctured the night sky distilled, pulling the clouds, | |
| I see you in a million different stars, 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! |