Bygone Lyrics

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!