Released on April 23, 2002

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[Intro]

An electric concrete fantasy

Where the billboards keep on warning me

That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place

Where nobody gets out alive


[Verse 1]

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The sun holds no regrets, the natives sway under arrest

As all the stars fall from the sky


[Chorus]

Now we've all sold our souls, we're just waiting for the show

To begin here at the edge


[Verse 2]

What the hell we doing here?

We're everywhere, but no one's here

Bodies in motion, desperate motion

The angels have all gone insane, I know I'll never be the same

So let it ride, we're going for a ride


[Chorus]

Now we've all sold our souls, we're just waiting for the show

To begin here at the edge


[Post-Chorus]

Now I watch those zombies celebrate

The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods


[Bridge]

How did I end up here?

Now the panic sets in

This fate seems real

It's the reality of space


[Guitar Solo]


[Outro]

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles

The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay

A cemetery called Los Angeles


[Instrumental Outro]


[Non-Lyrical Vocals]