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