SOME HEAR EXPLOSIONS - Hell A | Текст песни

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• SOME HEAR EXPLOSIONS
• Hell A

little pieces of herself are falling away
discarded on the pavement
more every day
she’s losing sight now
oh to run or to remain
at the risk of becoming
more litter in LA
won’t you save me?
and take me away
to a painting
of what my life’s supposed to be in hell-a
LA in slave
LA, we’re all to blame
LA in flake
LA is not in my name
grooves in her halo
waiting to be placed
on the horns necessary for them to remember her face
every night spent slaving away
makes pieces of her soul erase
won’t you save me?
and take me away
to a painting
of what my life’s supposed to be
where it’s raining on those perfect 72 days
wash away the shame
and all of the litter in hell-a
LA in slave
LA, we’re all to blame
LA in flake
LA is not in my name