Its ' a ghost town, rabid under- world..dionysian night, vitriol- ic twilight. Amirage comes up, it never emds n , one ce you get born you're never the same. Left behind to raise a dime, ain't no decency in being boxed up live ---- ==== alive. Look around ain't no RIP signs here, we don't rest in pie pi eace , we just disappear. so here we are Los Angeles, no angels singing in the vally ey e of unease,