Оригинален текст
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