Letra da Música: West Grand In Flames - Desa

Fuck the sky, what when the ground stops falling?
Quick, decide, my thoughts are running, the plane is leaving.
I saw a kitten dead, on Grand Avenue lying.
Eight lives left her dying, she couldn't escape the approaching headlights this time.

No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.
No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.

A little quake left our chandelier shaking,
Look outside, the city is burning, the phone is ringing.
I heard a shooting star slammed into the Tribune building.
Was it some young human wishing for an explosion to break the awkward silence?

No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.
No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.

Fuck the sky, what when the ground starts falling?
Quick, decide, my thoughts are running, the plane is leaving.
I saw a kitten dead, on Grand Avenue lying.
Eight lives left her dying, she couldn't escape the headlights this time.

No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.
No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.
No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.
No doll, not at all.
No, no doll not at all, not at all.