Los Angeles
Clouds mixed with smog make a clever disguise
When this sun goes down will darkness mask this cities lies?
It's hard to believe,
But the darkness in my head is enough to swallow me
We are parodies
Statues of people once were and wish to be
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake
This body's one of a million who refuse to fade away
Laying still on a shattered green expanse,
Calling out to a hallow voice that gives no answer
But if my call was received I would be returned
Only a dismissal of my plea for a gentle reprieve
One true testament that would remind me that, oh
My sanity can remain intact at least for another day
The longer I wait, the further home seems from me
Even at only a few steps,
I see a divide reminiscent of an ocean that endlessly beckons me in
My body takes hold of the Earth
Constricting itself upon it's new
Companion, asking to stay held close for an eternity
Thoughts overlap due to a clouding, a clouding of my own doing
But under all this scattered rambling is a pain
That is more real than anything I've ever known
I just seek a constant comfort that'll
Tie me down while my world throws me spinning
We all seek this warmth, some even spend their whole lives doing so
Clouded or not, my true compass points towards it
But I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
Oh, I've still yet to find it
We are parodies
Statues of people once were and wish to be
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake
This body's one of a million who refuse to fade away
For far too long this body
That I hate to see when I look into the mirror
Well it's been living life backwards
- Trapped in glass and it's so unclear
Reality will stare back at us as we draw this future near
Well, it looks us dead in the eye as we are
But we've only grown to fear
You are Los Angeles
This body's one that you won't take
You won't take from me
We are parodies
Statues of people once were.
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake
This body's one that you won't take
You won't take from me
When this sun goes down will darkness mask this cities lies?
It's hard to believe,
But the darkness in my head is enough to swallow me
We are parodies
Statues of people once were and wish to be
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake
This body's one of a million who refuse to fade away
Laying still on a shattered green expanse,
Calling out to a hallow voice that gives no answer
But if my call was received I would be returned
Only a dismissal of my plea for a gentle reprieve
One true testament that would remind me that, oh
My sanity can remain intact at least for another day
The longer I wait, the further home seems from me
Even at only a few steps,
I see a divide reminiscent of an ocean that endlessly beckons me in
My body takes hold of the Earth
Constricting itself upon it's new
Companion, asking to stay held close for an eternity
Thoughts overlap due to a clouding, a clouding of my own doing
But under all this scattered rambling is a pain
That is more real than anything I've ever known
I just seek a constant comfort that'll
Tie me down while my world throws me spinning
We all seek this warmth, some even spend their whole lives doing so
Clouded or not, my true compass points towards it
But I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
I've still yet to find it
Oh, I've still yet to find it
We are parodies
Statues of people once were and wish to be
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake
This body's one of a million who refuse to fade away
For far too long this body
That I hate to see when I look into the mirror
Well it's been living life backwards
- Trapped in glass and it's so unclear
Reality will stare back at us as we draw this future near
Well, it looks us dead in the eye as we are
But we've only grown to fear
You are Los Angeles
This body's one that you won't take
You won't take from me
We are parodies
Statues of people once were.
You are Los Angeles. You're a fake
This body's one that you won't take
You won't take from me
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Charles Edwards
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