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 mâché 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