Letra de Magazine
I was a codependant alcoholic bitch
And then I became

Hold me in your arms I wanna feel your disease
Turn the machines on high
I sleep better when they scream
I sleep better when the TV flips on my list like a screen
Whenever I dream it's all magazine

It's all magazine
It's all magazine
It's all magazine
It's all magazine
Magazine
Magazine
Magazine

Dream time, time most real of all
Luminous faces bodies call
Dream times, dream times, eagle hot
Dream time, embrace a dot
Will so wide feeling wise
Rip it up and look inside
It feels empty, it's just me
Dream time
Dream time
Dream time
Dream time magazine
Magazine

Dream time
Dream time

Satan worshippers and their surviving children