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letra de california heat stroke - indecisive analogies

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i watch the trees elevate above the dirt
over the mountain is a silence motivated to
fly through the sounds coming from the sun
i feel it in my bones, heating a honey comb
the smoke forms a heart being apart of our world
we are on with the flames of deprivation
determination in the likeliness of the lie
we all try to give our hearts, but it seems to never work

the simple things that i know
the things that i keep longing for
the heat between the eyes and fate
the flames between the heart and you
i’m getting that california heat stroke
it’s the sweetest perfection to provoke

the green trees grow in heart of my mountain
the burnt yellow and blues coming only in twos
it’s building me up just to be breaking me down
say h-llo to the massacre of pure divinity
i assault the bottom of the beginning light
with candles to wish a battle cry to come
holler to the names for who won’t ever come
and take away that pain we’ve all felt inside

it’s no longer paradise, buried in pandemonium
riddles revealed in the heat of the demons
drag them along the end of my dreams
and see where the past will be revealed
elevated among the smog in the mornings
raging along the streets of swinging despair

concealed by distant sorrows swirling together
in a box full of sharp objects
i’ve got that california heat stroke in my lungs
and the burning sensation of pain feels good to me
and tell me, are they all with the vampire squad?

so tell me, is this place you wanted payback?
but now engulfed in self-pity is this torch for trees
we sit back with selfishness wishing this would end
but yet we can’t do anything but just watch
my tv is burning while the broadcast continues
as it enters my home and see what it’s become
so, is this what we wanted it to become
the california heat stroke entering everybody’s heads
i’m getting that california heat stroke
it’s the sweetest perfection to provoke
i’m getting that california heat stroke
it’s the sweetest perfection to provoke

i watch the trees elevate above the dirt
over the mountain is a silence motivated to
fly through the sounds coming from the sun
i feel it in my bones, heating a honey comb
the smoke forms a heart being apart of our world
we are on with the flames of deprivation
determination in the likeliness of the lie
we all try to give our hearts, but it seems to never work
it never seems to work the way we want
and now our homes are butchered with our hearts
torn to ash by the vengeful god of hate
and we were just used as the bait to reel him in

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