Winds Of Plague

Put your hands up reach for the sky.
Do what I say or let the bullets fly.
Put your hands up reach for the sky.
Do what I say or let the bullets fly.
Another life lost in the City of Angels.
No rest for the Wicked in the City of Angels.
Another dream dies in the City of Angels.
No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels.
Trudge through the angelic wasteland.
Pure scum between my toes.
Beacon of light beckon for me
But I choose to continue to roll.
Why oh why I ask my self again
What oh what has become of me
Angels of doom in hostile times.
Victims of our own reality.
TRAPPED INSIDE.
Trapped inside a world I've sculpted without others' pain.
BUILT UPON.
The bodies I've been compelled to slay.
Just another day in the Wild Wild West.
When push comes to shove you get put to the test.
Big dreams and palm trees cover up the crime scene, red line. No time.
Load another magazine.
TRAPPED INSIDE
Trapped inside a world I've sculpted without others' pain.
BUILT UPON.
The bodies I've been compelled to slay.
No matter where I go, no matter where I stay
I always come back. CALIFORNIA
No matter where I go, no matter where I stay
I gotta get back. CALIFORNIA
Another life lost in the City of Angels.
Where blood and money collide.
No rest for the Wicked in the City of Angels.
Where blood and money collide.