They're glossy and shiny magazines Designed to help you find your dreams TV's, videos and movie screens Larger than life - it's a vile scene Inside the cover waits the perfect mate No flaw can be found on her body or face Painted and posed with a smile that disarms She seems to offer you all of her charms It's all paper mache and plastic faces Degrading the whole human race And Satan is at the very core A deadly disease, an open sore Bruised, beaten, bound and gagged Used and abused like an old worn rag Raped, murdered - a manipulated pawn Was the girl next door and now she's gone Lustful illusions - that's what you see Tempting dreams - not reality And Satan is at the very core A deadly disease, an open sore They make the children play perverted games For money and sin, they should be ashamed Not old enough to know the reason why They're left in a room alone to cry The love and freedoms they proclaim Deprive and oppress, it's all in vain To be God's servant, or Satan's slave Lost forever - or eternally saved