Story Behind The Song

Heroes are no always handsome, love is sacrifice not attraction, and the power of the human heart is limitless. This song explores society's perception of heroism and its correlation with what is considered beautiful and desirable. It challenges the Hollywood dipiction of what is a hero by presenting themes of self-sacrifice and the fragile nature of the human condition.

Song Description

Angsty and dancy. Agressive yet melodic. Tense but hopeful. "Hollywood" offers a heart pounding drumbeat that immediately kicks in and lets you know that the time for action is NOW. It constantly escalates in tention until the chorus, which feels proud and triumphant. This feeling of triumph is intesified again in a glorious keyboard solo and a moving and grand outro. The bridge is calm and sentimental, providing a tender moment in a generally tense and restless song.

Lyrics

Born as a lion, grow up as a lamb
Torn out of the womb, given one more chance
Lungs open up and fill up with air
Born equal in a world unfair
Realize theres no music for the deaf
No color for the blind, no breath for the dead
And the darkest truth is in the whitest lie
Choose honest tears over the phony smile

You are fragile
Flower petals laid on the sidewalks of city streets
Looking up at the bright side from underneath
Keep on moving, you know they cant break us down

You see Jesus in the tears of the crippled boy
You see God in the blood of the innocent
Hollywood I think you got it all wrong
Heroes are not always handsome

Sheet of glass reflects a stare so cold
Like a thousand words without a story told
And in the end, its just a frame of mind
We want happiness that is justified
Dams and levies push back the tides
We got breathing machines prolonging life
Its a matter of time, until you fall in love
And give it your all, but its not enough

We are fragile
Flower petals laid on the sidewalks of city streets
Looking up at the bright side from underneath
Keep on moving, you know they cant break us down

You see Jesus in the tears of the crippled boy
You see God in the blood of the innocent
Hollywood I think you got it all wrong
Heroes are not always handsome

You see flowers bloom in the dead of winter
Empty streets they welcome you
The wind cries out your name
It feels the same as you

You see Jesus in the tears of the crippled boy
You see God in the blood of the innocent
Hollywood I think you got it all wrong
Heroes are not always handsome

Do you have something to die for?