Live by the magazine Flash photos, ever clean Stand back this is 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 that 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 an 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 that cold A little gunfire warms the soul