Emptiness dead-smooth and choking the air I'm leaving Hollywood if you don't care Lost in the twillight 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 my sister on Valentines's Day You'll find me lying on Hollywood Hill
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
You 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're gonna crucify me in a black-painted room You're gonna call all your opponents who are 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 twillight of self-consciousness Trying to picture the smile you might wear