They Will Kill 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 face lift

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
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
We rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it

I got some bad drugs, just leave me alone

I got a new plan
Get me outta here
I 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
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
We rewrote the standards
Covered up the old scars so you believe it