city of angels,
tastes like blood ,
sitting alone in the ruins of the house we built ,
drowning in guilt all my hopes crushed,
oh what a way to die .
I\'m all alone,
not a soul around for miles ahead ,
just me my guilt and the ghost of my lingering past,
stuck in this haunted house of broken promises.
And I will lay here until the end of time,
curled up on the crooked floor ,
covered in the spiderwebs of your lies and grime.
ivy will grow on me , taking what little I have left ,
as I sit in the corner I haunt shackled down by the chains of guilt ,
what a curse , to spend an eternity in the ruins of the place I loved; now ceasing to exist.
the ghost in the basement calls out to me at night,
he tells me to leave as soon as I can,
but I can\'t leave for I am doomed,
so I stay chained down like a feral animal and listen to the wails of the damned.
the city of angels; which used to my heart ,
is now decaying,
I will watch it get destroyed as I lay here with blood on my hands,
in another lifetime, I won\'t have the midas touch perhaps.