Apply plastic to my face; I can't embrace
the way I look, the way I waste.
My God is dead, because I erased him.
I am trapped in a daydream nation.
Rip the cords out of celebri-babes
I wanna be the end of a film
I wanna fade...
...Fade in,
My God is your God and I declare you're full of sin
Hollywoodland is my mecca and it's all that I am
Give me a star on the walk instead of the sky
I don't wanna live, I just don't ever want to die
Hollywood, Holly would
give up her soul
if Oscars and movies could
make her whole.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Apply plastic to my face; I can't embrace
the way I look, the way I waste.
My God is dead, because I erased him.
I am trapped in a daydream nation.
Rip the cords out of celebri-babes
I wanna be the end of a film
I wanna fade...
...Fade in,
My God is your God and I declare you're full of sin
Hollywoodland is my mecca and it's all that I am
Give me a star on the walk instead of the sky
I don't wanna live, I just don't ever want to die
Hollywood, Holly would
give up her soul
if Oscars and movies could
make her whole.
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