Diorama

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