Diorama Leaving Hollywood

Emptiness deadsmooth and choking the air I m, leaving Hollywood if you don t care lost in the twilight of selfconsciousness trying to picture the smile you might wear Where are the plastic doves ready to kill the inspiration I try to fulfill Cry for me sister on Valentine s day you ll find me lying on Hollywood Hills Spoke to an acolyte coming my way the weather is fine what a wonderful day his bloody robe suits him tolerably well but he can never induce me to stay Your doubledealing voice hits me so low but I m your henchman so I have to go nobody sees that I m only your frame when I left Hollywood they all will know Someday you gonna crucify me in a blackpainted room you gonna call all your opponents who gonna spit me in the ace hit me in the face and I will laugh about everyone I d cover my mug if I could Emptiness deadsmooth and choking the air I m leaving Hollywood if you don t c br, br,