Strung Out Cemetery Letras:
An electric concrete fantasy where the billboards
keep on warning me, that if I don't keep moving,
moving I'll get stuck in this place, where nobody
gets out alive. The dead all came out to play in
this metropoloitian decay, a cemetarty called Los
Angeles. The sun holds no regrets, the natives
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sway under arrest as all the stars fall from the
sky. Now we've all sold our souls, we're just
waiting for the show to begin here at the edge.
What the hell we doing here, we're everywhere but
no one's here, bodies in motion, desperate motion.
The angels have all gone insane I know I'll never
be the same so let it ride, we're going for a
ride. Now I watch those zombies celebrate the
burning of their favorite heretics and demigods.
Letras: Cemetery Strung Out [final]