In from behind all the rubble of the broken forms and shapes I
Wander the hallowed halls of an ancient masterplan
Where's our constitution?

The opposition can follow, for all I care
They can't work these shadowy passages
Where's our constitution?

If radar guides us home
Why should we even try?

In from behind all the shrapnel of an old explosion, I confess:
This world's just as cold as the one we left
Where's our constitution?

If radar guides us home
Don't answers trail behind?
If radar guides us home
Why should we even try?

I know the backdraft; the last of our air spent;
To worship the sound of a fatal misplacement
And I know its upside

Do you realize the speed of time? The fading lights?
Do you understand the logic of a masterplan?
Where's our consitution?