Winds of Plague - California lyrics

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 beckons for me, but I choose to continue to roll "Why, oh, why?" I ask myself 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 with others' pain Built upon 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 with other's pain Built upon 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 evil calls home and dreams come to die Another dream dies in the City of Angels Where blood and money collide No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels Where evil calls home and dreams come to die Constant fights on concrete battlefields Wage war on the boulevard This is the hell I call my home And I'm home with the evil at heart Trapped inside Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with others' pain Built upon 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 evil calls home and dreams come to die Check, check Ha-ha-ha Back again and again Fine, fresh, fierce—we got it on lock Winds of Plague From the block to the top Spin it again, motherf**er Trapped inside, these demons break through Through my flesh My blood—it runs blue Born and raised My birthplace We roll in packs like a superior race Manifest Destiny, a joke to me Go back where you came from or you'll answer to me Cali sun got me tan like Iraq Executively executed, I'll be back