live by the magazine
flash photos, ever clean
stand back this a movie scene
another empty magazine
shoot down all that might have been
hospitalised – so serene
glamour beckons the obscene
look through the one way mirror
false reflections hide the killer
when your heart’s cold
a little gunfire warms the soul
learn your lines and play your part
you know the ending from the start
the diversion soon becomes and art
reduce the world to a blinkered view
just small enough to dictate the truth
screaming a pathetic excuse
reality only leaves you confused
look through the one way mirror
false reflections hide the killer
when your heart’s cold
a little gunfire warms the soul
