segunda-feira, 28 de julho de 2008

Its going down tonight in this town 'cause they stare and growl, they all stare and growl. I take a scar everytime I cry, 'cause it aint my style no, it aint my style. Going down to the gravel head to the barrel take this life and end this struggle. Los Angeles come scam me please, emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6 am with your bag lady friend and your mind descending, stripped of the right to be a human in control It's warmer in hell so down we go.
They say this is the city, the city of angels: all i see is dead wings
Its a ghost town rabid underworld dionysian night vitriolic twilight, a mirage comes up it never ends once you get born youre never the same left behind erased from time ain't no decency in being boxed up alive. Look around aint no R.I.P. signs here, we dont rest in peace: we just disappearSo here we are Los Angeles. no angels singing in your valley of unease. I watch the sun roll down the pacific, over hookered sunset strip.
Theres a black moon tonight shining down on the western neon lights

2 comentários:

Morador da Vila disse...

What do you have against me? All in English.

Nadin disse...

Pesadissima hein?! Nossos conflitos mentais as vezes nos fodem mais do que os que enfrentamos no cotidiano! Cuidado ta diabinha! BJUX