Ds1! - Shangri La Lyrics

Dolled up and dressed to kill
Diet of dollar bills
Cheap drugs and curdled milk
Shaving against the scales
Death to the screaming pope
Get high with misanthropes
City of horoscopes
Losing its isotopes
Leave me, alone
I scroll, my phone
We'll die, but we're full
The sky, agone
My car it runs on bones
To not upset the clones
Shift to a higher gear
Tires that screech the ear
Another city sleeps
It hunts until it feeds
Come close and you will see
Inhuman irony
Welcome, welcome, I welcome your debase
Welcome, welcome, I come to end the race
Welcome, welcome, set fire to the gates
Welcome, welcome, the holy head of state