Letras
(Good to be in the heart of the Beast)
Carve my fate from alabaster, blossoming's what I go after
All your unimportant tactics always end anticlimactic
Scrape yourself off the hot Los Angeles ground
If you're not paralyzed by the sights, be drowned by the sound
You can taste the most exciting spice of this life
But you will not remember if you're twisting the knife
(How many miles do you get to go before this car can crash out?)
If you're twisting the knife
Looking for a place to sit, hypocrite or half-wit
Take it out my tongue, put it in a basket
I'd rather say nothin, always have to translate
The sky sheds tears of oil onto the mummified human engines that dry up from life's toil
You can taste the most exciting spice of this life
But you will not remember if you're twisting the knife
(How many miles do you get to go before this car can crash out?)
If you're twisting the knife
A mirage and a pipe dream
You're in disbelief when they make an update to the grand scheme
A black rainbow, pot of mold at the end of it
Doesn't matter if your wit and your grit take you out of it, the future is moonlit
A dim path leads the way if you've got the stomach to discover it