These roads could ruin
all that comes next
30,000 feet in the sky
I might lose a few friends
map the hills
highways and tides
veins across the next ocean
they cross the archipelago
see the ruins
Los Angeles
as we lose each city
to the vast
bullet proof vest
California is coronary
vast last city spreads
it's ran out of time
small towns separated
by small towns
sick cities
the careful bullet
they're closed hearth
sick cities
that find a balance
you are the throne
you wear the crown
weather the storm
you want to lay down
on the ground
and hang on to what you used to know

Lyrics submitted by Loosifer

Trilogy I (Sick Cities) song meanings
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