Welcome to the land of dreaming desires
where the thousands pour from across the Earth
into the city of devils, for their ambitions they give birth.
Welcome aspiring child, welcome to the city of liars.
"You think you have what it takes?
You think you're better than all those other fakes?
You think yourself gifted to stand
shoulder to shoulder with the masters and elites?
Are you prepared to sacrifice family and identity
to escape the predictable ending in defeat?
Of course you are,
you've come oh so very far;
so go rehearse your lines,
warm up your voice,
and prep your gallery my little shining star
and maybe you'll be designated choice!"
You came to me blindfolded O so happily,
but the time has come to slap you in the face with reality!
Welcome to the belly of the beast,
but you're not sitting at the dinner table
no you're the grand feast!
"You have potential,
however i'm not yet satisfied. But,
its dark, the wine is flowing and I hold the
key to your dream; you gave it to me.
So, why don't you become a little slut
and please me, and i'll fix things in your favor.
please feel free to go;
there's a million, desperate women behind you
who are willing to fuck, snort, or blow
for the big break.
So leave with your "morality" and "class",
the bitch next to you at rehearsal will
bless my pole with her bubble ass
knocking you to the bottom, a desperate last.
You'll know the look in her animal eyes as you walk
out the door
that your dreams are lying broken on the floor."
You refuse, yet you've still been used,
denied yourself to be sacrificed to the god
who determined whether your dream lived or died,
the door is slamming shut, you are blacklisted and abused.
The fire that burned bright cannot fight,
"What is my dream? Where is my light?"
Its fading, soon to be long gone,
stolen away by the whore and prick.
Desperation makes a home within you.
"A strip club, that will give me something
till I can figure out a way to make myself stand out!
I can survive, I can get better!
I'll make it, that asshole won't stop me!"
Sure go ahead and walk into the civilized
mire, become the plaything of loose pigs.
Hop in the cage, you're already in the prison.
Take a shot on the pole that repulsed you
a while ago, spin and dance to the cheer and vulgar
of desperate and cheating men.
What are you complaining about?! You're
finally on stage; you're in the spotlight,
you have your audience!
Oh, its not what you had in mind is it?
Well that's too bad, you chomped at the bit
but got the loaded side of the coin;
you were destined to fall
and now all you have is Washington, Lincoln,
and good old Hamilton nestled in your loins.
"Its not enough, no one will take me,
why the fuck aren't things like I planned them to be?!
I'm not pretty, I don't have the beauty these
stars were born with.
I'm just… average.
This place takes only the best and sexiest!
Plastic surgery, yes that's the key!
Fuck that guy, I hold my own key!
But you have nothing to your name,
you've gambled it all and lost to this rigged game,
this deep-seated desire for your place in fame
but you've been betrayed, there's no one left to blame.
No one but you, you're all that's left,
since you are not perfect like the rest.
Your sands are running dry.
You tighten your own noose,
you had the last chance to escape while
it was still loose.
It saps the air from your throat
but you can't kick out the chair just yet.
This is all that's left,
you can't be just a strip tease;
no now you have to be a goddess on your knees;
so lay on your back and get ready to please,
your fans have been waiting in line
to see and hear you perform!
Man, it would have been a lot easier
if you had just fucked god earlier,
I mean come on it was only gonna be one time!
Gee you'd kill just to have the chance to fuck god
again wouldn't you?
But no! All that mattered was "class" and "morality";
well tell me my fallen star where is your class and morality now?
You gave it up to become the thing you've hated
just to survive.
What? Why the fuck are you crying?!
You get to go on stage,
you have fans paying to see you
just like the big stars do!
Everyday you fulfill their desires
as they offer you Ben Franklin and stoke
your tired out fires.
You got your wish, your dreams' come true!
Oh, but it really hasn't, has it?
Not what you thought? Well its what you got.
Man that's gotta be tiring, meeting the same boring
fans day after day,
always coming to play
and give you some okay pay.
So… need a pick-me-up?
Take the heroin, take the cocaine,
take the ecstasy
and make all your struggles and dreams
burn to ashes in vain;
your world that cries in pain
and dies slowly in agony.
Every step you took was on another's dream,
but why should that matter, they've failed,
they stood in your way,
they couldn't be redeemed!
You kill or you lose
and just like the millions in doomed pursuit
you've ended up joining them in singing the blues.
Now you're stuck here all alone
with blood-stained syringes
and empty bottles of patron.
"Why did they plague me with rejection
when I did all they ever asked without question?
I'm nothing, I was always nothing;
its all worth nothing."
Cry cry cry,
go commit suicide and die,
there's legion a thousand ready to fill
the dead space left behind by your dead body.
You came to LA to play,
condemned to die either way, to stay
forever and a day.
You died believing a lie,
set on the path to decay,
lured by the false promise that
you could one day own all underneath the sky.
Be you breathing or on your way leaving,
the puppet masters are the gods,
demons undercover as angels.
Welcome to LA,
I assume you came here to play?
Welcome to the City of Angels
where the cards are dealt
and the dreams are destroyed by Devils.
Welcome to LA,
welcome to Hell;
Enjoy your stay.