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
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
