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- Postcard From Los Angeles
You're like a vampire when you bite
But just like all angels you fly away
Forget your lust burial forget them all
This mass grae has collected the last of its souls
So you thought that you were in the clear
And you thought that you could come back here
And continue with a smile from ear to ear
You're not clever enough to change my mind
- Subject A
Subject A wants to throw it all away
He's sick of all the pain, he wants to turn it all into rage
And learn how the barrel tastes before its too late
I just want to get through the day
We're all just shades of gray
In a long and frantic race to catch a dying day
For one secone I'd slit your throat
And spill blood across the floor to put an end to this game