New Kanada

Hey baby
 Now good luck in my arms
 The power is devieving
 But evil has it's charms
 But hell ain't a line of gold
 When you feel you're untouched
 It's better than living
 Just don't give in too much
 I've been a cast away
 I've been on my knees
 I've been a runaway
 Hiding from disease
 I? no open book
 Just blindly planting seeds
 Running with demons
 You can hear them in the breeze
 And she says,
 Can't do this on my own
 Do this on my own
 Evil develops
 Unformed beauty stops
 Hatred is buoyant
 It floats above the cross
 The ending is nearing
 In a form we all will feel
 Hoping she's out there
 Fitting for?
 Can't do this on my own
 Do this on my own
 L.A.
 Is such a getaway
 L.A.
 It's such a getaway