Ten Seconds In Los Angeles

How he knows every wretch's death and none of them are crystal believers.
They all shiver under fate's icy breath, but turn their face to the seeming deceicer.
Alarm!! to all the foul aberrations who feed off the disgust of the masses.
All joined together to make a scrap of a living (The eye sees all. The eye says so.)
Off the foul gasping breath of those who are paying (he sees all and he says so)
Behold!! Their defective bodies in wonder, the creeps and whores, the wicked and deformed.
Amazement paints the faces in the rickety bleachers, they scream for more of the modern horror:
Such monsters fill the eyes of the healthy and throw themselves away in the limelight.
Only one knows their awful end
A justified torturous completion of all their wrong doings and black sins forcasted in crystal visions.
Slouched over the clear
Seeing Eye, he marks down each death and he quivers...
How he knows every wretch's death and none of them crystal believers.
Slouched over the clear
Seeing Eye, he marks down each death and he quivers.
How he knows every wretch's death and none of them crystal believers.