Slithering towards the dreamnAll infected with the same diseasenAwaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silvernAs the fat rats grovel, nReady to steal your innocence nAnd exploit your soulnnSome will hit their knees nIn a rancid act of desperationnWhile others search nFor a hopeless god to save themnFor every four, there will be nOne hundred thousand fallennDrowning in a cesspool of awareness nThat they have failednThis city, full of plastic angels, nWill seduce younnWelcome to Los Angeles!