Beauty is Suffering - Stripmall Architecture

No one to protect you

Evening creatures snap and bite

Huddle up in a bunch

Group together little ones

Hide in the open

No one there to shield you

From the pecking birds in flight

It is wrong

It’s the cost

It’s the price of being small

All at once, you are nothing

As the outside shrivels

Oh, the soul is truly ripe

How you fought — how you paid

For the beauty that you made

You must see how it was worth it

And as we pour and toast you

Revenge is yours but pleasure’s mine

No one knows quite like you

With your life you have proved

That beauty’s suffering

Hey, the machines are very loud

What did you say?

I’m asking you: what did you say?