City Without Heart ~ Philip Brent

When did we substitute hubris for style
Or do you think it is simply my aesthetic
When I see a straight line, I cannot smile
Near carved entablature, it’s so pathetic

Although I am only one voice in this song
I believe we sacrificed our artistry for ego
Even though future years prove me wrong
We’ve bartered surety for swagger’s glow

I understand carved facades, enamel color
Expired as our phallic symbols grew taller
Challenging the cosmos, at stars we holler
Building get higher, understanding smaller