Bygone

Developers construct their senseless squares One window, one door, one street to flood with cars A false modernity, a cheated progression So we suffocate in the sprawl Fumbling with our hands Paving over open lands Drive a thousand miles to work When did this become the normality Where the working class is a casualty? Oriented strands of wood support your feet Pray to Levitt, your new divinity Get on your knees and guarantee the grace Of a sad, somber, solitary space Repetition's good for the brain That's why every house is the same Indifference to a stagnant pace It'll all amount to nothing!