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