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 vo