They're shiny and glossy 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

Lustfull 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
Deprived and oppressed it's all in vain
To be God's servant or Satan's slave
Lost forever or eternally saved