They Will Kills Us All (Without Mercy)

What’s left of California
What’s left of Los Angeles
Sidewalks cry cause they’re not as high shooting old dope
Rich kid skies are a good disguise lining our veins with hope
What did you get for free
And where you gonna sell it
Why should I give a shit
Cover up your facelift
What’s left of my broken heart
What’s left of Los Angeles
We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
Well we rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it
Scrape black tar from a guilty lung, throw a needle in your arm
Cough up wrongs of the city stars, they didn’t mean no harm
What were you supposed to be
And what did you turn into
We don’t even need you here
But where you gonna run to
Good drugs, bad streets, arms tied
My world capsized with style
We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
Well we rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it
I got a new plan, get me outta here
Pretend sincere stumble on words
Desperation, the warmth of a gun
Last hundred years remember twenty four
We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
Well we rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it
We got a new design
Excess redefined so you can dream it
Well we rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it