Songtext von 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 [x5] magazine [x5] 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 [x3] dream time magazine magazine dream time [x3] magazine satan worshippers and their surviving children