Rita Hayworth (born Margarita Carmen Cansino; October 17, 1918 – May 14, 1987) was an American actress and dancer. She achieved fame during the 1940s as one of the era's top stars, appearing in a total of 61 films over 37 years. The press coined the term "love goddess" to describe Hayworth after she had become the most glamorous screen idol of the 1940s. She was the top pin-up girl for GIs during World War II.
Hayworth is perhaps best known for her performance in the 1946 film noir, Gilda, opposite Glenn Ford, in which she played the femme fatale in her first major dramatic role. Fred Astaire, with whom she made two films, called her his favorite dance partner. Her greatest success was in the Technicolor musical Cover Girl (1944), with Gene Kelly. She is listed as one of the top 25 female motion picture stars of all time in the American Film Institute's survey, AFI's 100 Years...100 Stars.
In 1980 Hayworth was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, which contributed to her death at age 68. The public disclosure and discussion of her illness drew international attention to Alzheimer's, then a little-known disease, and helped to greatly increase public and private funding for Alzheimer's research.
Too much steep roads all forged in deceit
Dirty blood stained history fool only want to repeat
Deceived by those who claim to answer all prayers
When we need and call for them no one ever hears
No way no answer just lies
Clarity clouds deceit I see it's me you despise
For all the years and souls lost and wasted
For every falls victory you claim to have tasted
We vowed to stand apart
A strike from my soul and deep from my heart
I want leave you so cold with lacerated marks
The same way you treat us from back in the start
FIRE 'pon the demons
FIRE 'pon all frienemy
Your hollowed feelings and borrowed meanings
Underhanded tactics and sly deceiving
Don't reign round here anymore
New blood souljah's ready for war!
Distract and leave disillusion
Offer connection but never true union
Living lies for far too long
Same played out sad old song
About reaching for a touch of dreams end up crushing them all or so it seems
You can't see through my eyes demon
I can see through your lies frienemy
May not be right it may not be wrong
But these are the words I set too song
Your twisted, and lie to hide the fact