| Song | California |
| Artist | Winds of Plague |
| Album | Against The World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Put your hands up | |
| Reach for the sky | |
| Do what I say or let the bullets fly | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Another dream dies in the City of Angels | |
| No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels | |
| Trudge through the angelic wasteland | |
| Pure scum between my toes | |
| Beacon of light beckons for me, but I choose to continue to roll | |
| "Why, oh, why?" I ask myself again | |
| What, oh, what has become of me? | |
| Angels of doom in hostile times | |
| Victims of our own reality | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with others' pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I've been compelled to slay | |
| Just another day in the wild Wild West | |
| When push comes to shove, you get put to the test | |
| Big dreams and palm trees cover up the crime scene | |
| Red line | |
| No time | |
| Load another magazine | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with other's pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I've been compelled to slay | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I always come back | |
| California | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I gotta get back | |
| California | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Another dream dies in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Constant fights on concrete battlefields | |
| Wage war on the boulevard | |
| This is the hell I call my home | |
| And I'm home with the evil at heart | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with others' pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I've been compelled to slay | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I always come back | |
| California | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I gotta get back | |
| California | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Check, check | |
| Ha-ha-ha | |
| Back again and again | |
| Fine, fresh, fierce—we got it on lock | |
| Winds of Plague | |
| From the block to the top | |
| Spin it again, motherfucker | |
| Trapped inside, these demons break through | |
| Through my flesh | |
| My blood—it runs blue | |
| Born and raised | |
| My birthplace | |
| We roll in packs like a superior race | |
| Manifest Destiny, a joke to me | |
| Go back where you came from or you'll answer to me | |
| Cali sun got me tan like Iraq | |
| Executively executed, I'll be back |
| Put your hands up | |
| Reach for the sky | |
| Do what I say or let the bullets fly | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Another dream dies in the City of Angels | |
| No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels | |
| Trudge through the angelic wasteland | |
| Pure scum between my toes | |
| Beacon of light beckons for me, but I choose to continue to roll | |
| " Why, oh, why?" I ask myself again | |
| What, oh, what has become of me? | |
| Angels of doom in hostile times | |
| Victims of our own reality | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I' ve sculpted with others' pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I' ve been compelled to slay | |
| Just another day in the wild Wild West | |
| When push comes to shove, you get put to the test | |
| Big dreams and palm trees cover up the crime scene | |
| Red line | |
| No time | |
| Load another magazine | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I' ve sculpted with other' s pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I' ve been compelled to slay | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I always come back | |
| California | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I gotta get back | |
| California | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Another dream dies in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Constant fights on concrete battlefields | |
| Wage war on the boulevard | |
| This is the hell I call my home | |
| And I' m home with the evil at heart | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I' ve sculpted with others' pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I' ve been compelled to slay | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I always come back | |
| California | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I gotta get back | |
| California | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Check, check | |
| Hahaha | |
| Back again and again | |
| Fine, fresh, fierce we got it on lock | |
| Winds of Plague | |
| From the block to the top | |
| Spin it again, motherfucker | |
| Trapped inside, these demons break through | |
| Through my flesh | |
| My blood it runs blue | |
| Born and raised | |
| My birthplace | |
| We roll in packs like a superior race | |
| Manifest Destiny, a joke to me | |
| Go back where you came from or you' ll answer to me | |
| Cali sun got me tan like Iraq | |
| Executively executed, I' ll be back |
| Put your hands up | |
| Reach for the sky | |
| Do what I say or let the bullets fly | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Another dream dies in the City of Angels | |
| No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels | |
| Trudge through the angelic wasteland | |
| Pure scum between my toes | |
| Beacon of light beckons for me, but I choose to continue to roll | |
| " Why, oh, why?" I ask myself again | |
| What, oh, what has become of me? | |
| Angels of doom in hostile times | |
| Victims of our own reality | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I' ve sculpted with others' pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I' ve been compelled to slay | |
| Just another day in the wild Wild West | |
| When push comes to shove, you get put to the test | |
| Big dreams and palm trees cover up the crime scene | |
| Red line | |
| No time | |
| Load another magazine | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I' ve sculpted with other' s pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I' ve been compelled to slay | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I always come back | |
| California | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I gotta get back | |
| California | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Another dream dies in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Constant fights on concrete battlefields | |
| Wage war on the boulevard | |
| This is the hell I call my home | |
| And I' m home with the evil at heart | |
| Trapped inside | |
| Trapped inside a world I' ve sculpted with others' pain | |
| Built upon | |
| Built upon the bodies I' ve been compelled to slay | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I always come back | |
| California | |
| No matter where I go | |
| No matter where I stay | |
| I gotta get back | |
| California | |
| Another life lost in the City of Angels | |
| Where blood and money collide | |
| No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels | |
| Where evil calls home and dreams come to die | |
| Check, check | |
| Hahaha | |
| Back again and again | |
| Fine, fresh, fierce we got it on lock | |
| Winds of Plague | |
| From the block to the top | |
| Spin it again, motherfucker | |
| Trapped inside, these demons break through | |
| Through my flesh | |
| My blood it runs blue | |
| Born and raised | |
| My birthplace | |
| We roll in packs like a superior race | |
| Manifest Destiny, a joke to me | |
| Go back where you came from or you' ll answer to me | |
| Cali sun got me tan like Iraq | |
| Executively executed, I' ll be back |