Los Angeles: City Of Death Songtext

Swallowing this sound
Injecting insect dreams
That he's singing into being
Please open up your hands
You woman, child and man

Here he comes, here he comes
Here we come, here I am

Sucking colors from the root
Of the syphilis fruit
Flattening this land
Scattering the sand
Burning every tree
Burning every book
Pulverizing the ruins
Of the city that he shook
Flooding through the gates
Screaming through the wires
Flashing in the screen Swimming in the fire
Inhaling everything
That ever was or will become
Gathering us in
To undo what he has done

Here he comes, here he comes
Here he comes, here he comes
Here he comes, here he comes
Here he comes, here we run

Run! Run!
Run! Run!
Become! Become!
Run! Run!