Lyrical Breakdown of Hollywood's Bleeding - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hollywood's Bleeding" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Post Malone weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hollywood's Bleeding" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Post Malone employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Post Malone's narrative.

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Hollywood's bleeding, vampires feedin'

Darkness turns to dust

Everyone's gone, but no one's leavin'

Nobody left but us

Tryna chase a feelin', but we'll never feel it

Ridin' on the last train home

Dyin' in our sleep, we're livin' out a dream

We only make it out alone

I just keep on hopin' that you call me

You say you wanna see me, but you can't right now

You never took the time to get to know me

Was scared of losin' somethin' that we never found

We're running out of reasons, but we can't let go

Yeah, Hollywood is bleeding, but we call it home

Outside, the winter sky turnin' grey

City up in smoke, it's only ash when it rains

Howl at the moon and go to sleep in the day

Love for everybody 'til the drugs fade away

In the mornin', blocking out the sun with the shades

She gotta check her pulse and tell herself that she okay

It seem like dying young is an honour

But who'd be at my funeral? I wonder

I go out, and all they eyes on me

I shout out, "Do you like what you see?"

And now they closin' in on me

Let 'em sharpen all they teeth

This is more than I can handle

Blood in my Lambo'

Wish I could go, oh, I'm losin' ho-ope

I light a candle, some Palo Santo

For all these demons, wish I could just go on