Tritagonist - Build This City Lyrics

I merely wanted a tare-less field to rest my bones
Instead it was a dystopia which called me home
Lonesome, I desired for others in my likeness
But gilded graven images were openly called Your Highness
They were bourgeoisie industrialists, formulating god in machines
They were proletariat, apotheosizing ghosts in a kiln
Both babbled of Nimrod turning wheat farms to concrete slabs
Where all gathered in the name of their king
His great-grandfather Noah survived the Azusa Street flood
Of those cast to the four winds after forgetting the color of blood
Today race isn't the hue painting this city its slaves
Instead socioeconomics define a man's worth
He built this city on rock 'n' roll
Others cast it onto a solid rock and soul
But we build this city on stocks and highway tolls
Against lone travelers invited to wedding banquets
And Samaritans covering the infirm with blankets
Because the price of this city they said wasn't free
But the fee for the city he says was paid by me
They call this civilization, the cradle to become our bed
A great comforter for all with heavy heads
In their Babyl, the rubble of fallen towers of babble
Now they speak angels' tongues yet with no meaning nor interpretation
With invented hierograms as great depression preventions
And a deus ex machina for disbelief's suspension
A great recession's the pension for all that's sown
Believing themselves as gods, an autotheistic coup d'etat
A coup de grace, remnants, or diasporas
My God, who will set captives free