Leaving Hollywood - Diorama

Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air

I´m, leaving Hollywood if you don´t care

lost in the twilight of self-consciousness

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 double-dealing 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 black-painted room

you gonna call all your opponents who gonna spit me in the face hit me in the

face

and I will laugh about everyone

I´d cover my mug if I could

Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air

I´m leaving Hollywood if you don´t care

lost in the twilight of self-consciousness

trying to picture the smile you might wear

trying to picture the smile you might wear

trying to picture the smile you might wear