Songtext von Angels

This place of plastic Where the fakes are so real This toxic wasteland Where the real is unreal The dirt, poverty, and loneliness Where the movies come true Thinly shrouded by the extravagance Of the privileged few, haughty elitists We'll never be like them We'll simply rise against We're the struggling masses Where we come from is how we will live Beauty in chaos, not the Hollywood bullshit Where we come from is how we survive It's in our blood, don't you ever forget it A concrete jungle where we rest our heads In the midst of the madness This is where we live And this is where we'll die Our birthplace, our burial site This is where we'll die