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A bullet directly through the heart of your elegance
In the city of angels and the numerous
Tragedies of the soul and wasteland burning
We?ll take all in the process of learning
So we shall take this knife
Run it directly across this city that we love
And we?ll bleed it dry
With thoughts and prayers of white doves

And its nothing
As your city dies for you
And what you could be
But it something
The way you follow through

Black the eyes slash the wrists now
Los Angeles will burn it self out
With its false pretence and elocution
Black eyes black hearts and blood pollution

Oh it?s nothing
As we all die for you
And all you could see
And its nothing
The way you

Black the eyes
And slash the wrists
Taste of life
As you turn and twist
Break down the atoms
And fill in and yearn
We?re all the city to night
As we will learn

And what if it something breathing in the night as we pull back the blankets from the sun the battle we had won and ponder is the world only what we devise despise and realize as a null and void space waiting for the precise moment to strike and destroy us all or should we simply believe that the atoms in which we live are stable enough to conserve life on a life less world of black and cold and dark with out a spark without a light without a hero without a chain to hold us to what we believe or conceive as real and why fiction can betray conventions we choose to ignore?.

Kill the city you love with love lost prayers
Beat at the heart and lungs and destroy the air
Blessed art thou who shall perish true
Blessed as thou are bleeding
Bleeding through

And its nothing
As your city dies for you
And what you could be
But it something
The way you follow through
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