Cones and stones in the road, ornaments
New construction zones, can I see the sky?
For the high rise across the street among condominiums
There are machines driving steel violings
In the land, on the land
See, lacing tones from the ground
Trembling underneath the wood
My good as it were, quietly drifting down the hood
I'm from the development there, by the bridge with the dust
Settling in my yard, in the garden
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Cones and stones in the road, ornaments
New construction zones, can I see the sky?
For the high rise across the street among condominiums
There are machines driving steel violings
In the land, on the land
See, vacant holes from the men
Laboring underneath the street
Concrete as it were, actively flaming obsolete
Among condominiums there, by the bridge
Crowded out by the flow of industry
On the land
See, the land
The plan of the city
The plan to build
A bigger name on the land
See, the land
The plan of the city
The plan to build
A bigger name