From Streets To Sidewalks

The mouth of Hollywood forever talks,
And spitting dust from streets to sidewalks
A city full of prostitutes, burnt souls;
Crashing through walls that separate me and them.
My angels could save inside my heart.
There’s something cold behind their smile.
With big dreams of all the glamour life;
That’s American lifestyle.
Sixty’s movies on air,
Where money is their affair.
You can’t rely on them.
Don’t sacrifice your vein for those illusions.
Some day they burn their king for selling out.
Each day for everyone there are ins and outs;
'Cause this is what they are said by Seraphine:
There, heroes always fall inside their dreams.
Howling at the sign of the spotlight,
Like animals sold at half price.
Those dreams are covered by cold glass;
That’s American lifestyle.
Sixty’s movies on air,
Where money is their affair.
Like million beggars used to fall apart,
Another Hollywood surprise leaves weak to me…
I will plan… Discouraged.
This stone called «city» takes a bite out of me.
Come rescue, rescue me from all this black obsession.
My head’s destroyed from all those shows, which are showed today.
Today I’m afraid.
This stone called «city» takes a bite out of me…