They Will Kill Us All (Without Mercy) testo

Bronx, The

Testo

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

hy 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

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 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

We rewrote the standards, covered up the old scars so you believe it