Trilogy 1 "Sick Cities" - Loma Prieta

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

California

The careful bullet

They’re closed hearth

Sick cities

Celebrities

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