| Song | LA Lighting |
| Artist | DZ Deathrays |
| Album | Bloodstreams |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hate from my power line with electricity | |
| Wiping in front of your crew is coming after me. | |
| Kids of this neighborhood call it the street of k, | |
| Kids in the car right in cripple the | |
| BMX. This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me | |
| Love when you’re holding me tight, | |
| K I S S I | |
| N G. We’ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink | |
| My eyes being dragged into the distance. | |
| Take out the power line, | |
| I hope that you’ll still sing | |
| Set a turbo fire, see what the midnight brings. | |
| What tells you cause in the odds for all the lighting be, | |
| Turning that requiem pont, the bolt and the lightning. | |
| This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me | |
| Love when you’re holding me tight, | |
| K I S S I | |
| N G. We’ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink | |
| My eyes being dragged into the distance. |
| Hate from my power line with electricity | |
| Wiping in front of your crew is coming after me. | |
| Kids of this neighborhood call it the street of k, | |
| Kids in the car right in cripple the | |
| BMX. This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me | |
| Love when you' re holding me tight, | |
| K I S S I | |
| N G. We' ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink | |
| My eyes being dragged into the distance. | |
| Take out the power line, | |
| I hope that you' ll still sing | |
| Set a turbo fire, see what the midnight brings. | |
| What tells you cause in the odds for all the lighting be, | |
| Turning that requiem pont, the bolt and the lightning. | |
| This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me | |
| Love when you' re holding me tight, | |
| K I S S I | |
| N G. We' ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink | |
| My eyes being dragged into the distance. |
| Hate from my power line with electricity | |
| Wiping in front of your crew is coming after me. | |
| Kids of this neighborhood call it the street of k, | |
| Kids in the car right in cripple the | |
| BMX. This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me | |
| Love when you' re holding me tight, | |
| K I S S I | |
| N G. We' ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink | |
| My eyes being dragged into the distance. | |
| Take out the power line, | |
| I hope that you' ll still sing | |
| Set a turbo fire, see what the midnight brings. | |
| What tells you cause in the odds for all the lighting be, | |
| Turning that requiem pont, the bolt and the lightning. | |
| This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me | |
| Love when you' re holding me tight, | |
| K I S S I | |
| N G. We' ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink | |
| My eyes being dragged into the distance. |