Diorama - Leaving Hollywood

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