There was no false perspective here

She was so very sad and sickened

In the name of art she was to be here

Dying like all of the others?

Nauseated, Jasmine stood her ground

While all of the Tinsel people,

Soulless and evil, worked the town



Tinseltown damned



Said she was a princess now in need of conversation

She wanted more from those, that never gave jubilation,

When rubbed so slightly

Now here we go, back below...

Into this metropolitan hell hole

It is not the talent that let's you live...

It is the ugliest of things