A l'obaga
Walking down the City of Angels
wondering delusions of dust
I pull the dreary trigger under the red light
such appealing madness I hide
Walking down the City of Angels
hiding in the shadows of lust
There is no time, just you and I, let's make it
so be there or be a square
Sometimes I wonder if it's real
feeding the animal inside
What have I become? oh my dear
exotic dreams of sexual desire
Long time ago they closed the doors
and who came back to find
my bloody bounds, the rotten sounds
the spiritual disguise
Walking down the City of Angels
I'm the one who stays alive
Sometimes I wonder if it's real
feeding the animal inside
What have I become? oh my dear
exotic dreams of sexual desire
Dirty flesh
rubbish in my head
