There's a magazine under your bed
Full of faceless bodies
There's a magazine under your bed
I've heard it said: 'It won't hurt nobody'
There's a fantasy inside your head
Of bodies being defiled
There's a fantasy inside your head
Your conscience is dead; your mind is running wild
You're just a porn in the game
It's checkmate again
You can't un-see what you've seen
You're burnt by the fire
A slave to desire
Knocked out by the Black Queen
There's a video up on your screen
Of beauty being perverted
There's a video up on your screen; you know it's unclean
It's too late: you're converted
You're just a porn in the game
It's checkmate again
You can't un-see what you've seen
You're burnt by the fire
A slave to desire
Knocked out by the Black Queen
Everything that glitters is not gold
Don't believe the lies you've been told
Love cannot be found inside a centrefold
Everything that glitters is not gold