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Tinseltown (collab with Vision_of_insanity)

Plastic people, faux life  
Celebrities shine,  
Amongst the pain & strife  
An illusion of a directors thoughts  
Cesspool in Eden  
Pleasing the studio boss  
Artificial in everything that's seen  
Pictures of beauty  
Reality is a dream  
Never think more then you know  
A testament to your image  
Look your best, before the show  
 
Wading in a shallow pool  
Drink it up like a fool.  
Trees a plenty and lost inside.  
A forest, crazies, come to hide.  
Hollywood, shining bright.  
The stars, flickering, through the night.  
Time to dressup; in disguise.  
Creatures flashing like fire flies.  
 
Toxic system. Going down.  
Lies a plenty. Going 'round.  
Blaring speakers.  
What a sound!  
Seats so comfortable  
We never frown.  
 
Artificial in everything that's seen.  
Drama is reality.  
Look your best, before the show.  
Don't hide your face.  
We all know.  
 
Use your compass when in doubt.  
The core is horned.  
We're all around.  
A unicorn amongst the clouds.  
A coffee gallery.  
With cream from cows.  
 
Floating by and never seeing.  
The truth hidden in the medium.  
Souls stuck in a swirl.  
Spiraling towards another world.  
 
You were no one when you got here  
You’ll be no one when you leave  
You want to claim the kingdom  
But the circus gates are closed  
You’re living in nostalgia  
For a world you didn’t know  
The glitz and glamour faded  
A city bought and sold  
Some history to dream of  
While the corpse is getting cold  
Nobody will remember  
The days you came and went  
Nobody will remember  
Who you fucked and what you dreamt  
 
Too much to talk  
But nothing to say  
Barbie lookalikes  
Without any brains  
 
You’re a Hollywood skank  
Not quite a shooting star  
Twinkle, twinkle little bitch  
Just a shadow in the bar  
Everything you dreamed of  
Was dead before you came  
Just another born too late  
Crawling on the walk of shame  
 
All glamour is nostalgia  
Tinseltown’s in pain  
The legends dead and buried  
You can’t dig them up again  
The sunset strip is shining  
But the scene is in decay  
You can keep the dead light flickering  
Your beauty becomes stale at the end of the day  
 
Such a child.  
So divine.  
The gods lost,  
In a world of time.
Written by AfterSexDilemma
Published | Edited 16th Aug 2024
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