Hollywood Whore

Oh honey all you want is money, you're a fiend for fame, you won't remain, your 15 seconds have run out.

Tic tok your time is running out with each and every day you decay. Soon you'll fade away, for dust you are, and dust you shall return.

Run around the town while your environment spin out of contol. You search and search. As reality begins to set in

The quest of love never began with yourself,

&

drugs wont give you answers now that you can't afford them.

So where will you go, oh where will you go,

Where will you go?

All that'll wait for you is people reeking of Lust & betrayal. Living in a world where sinners wear the cloth of saints to lore you in only to crucify you.