Hey baby
Now good luck in my arms
The power is devieving
But evil has it's charms
But [bad word] ain't a line of gold
When you feel you're untouched
It's better than living
Just don't give in too much

I've been a cast away
I've been on my knees
I've been [bad word] Hiding from disease
I feign no open book
Just blindly planting [bad word] with demons
You can hear them in the breeze

And she says,
Can't do this on my own
Do this on my own

Evil develops
Unformed beauty stops
Hatred is buoyant
It floats above the cross
The ending is nearing
In a form we all will feel
Hoping she's out there [bad word] for ??

Can't do this on my own
Do this on my own

L.A.
Is such a getaway
L.A.
It's such a getaway