Slithering towards the dream    All infected with the same disease    Awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver    As the fat rats grovel,    Ready to steal your innocence    And exploit your soul       Some will hit their knees    In a rancid act of desperation    While others search    For a hopeless god to save them    For every four, there will be    One hundred thousand fallen    Drowning in a cesspool of awareness    That they have failed    This city, full of plastic angels,    Will seduce you       Welcome to Los Angeles!