Magazines - White Lung

Oh did that city make you burn out

With gifts for your exotic beauty

And I know you’ll always turn out

Begging for me to kill your fantasy cause

Ketamine preaks will die young

Ketamine preaks will die young

Ketamine preaks will die young

You’ll die die die die die

Oh it’s hard I can’t control

Your hunger now

Cause he is the one with

A hold on your feeding tray

My doubt is a chose method

Yeah this turmoil oh is

Just getting in the way of it

Ketamine preaks will die young

Ketamine preaks will die young

Ketamine preaks will die young

You’ll die die die die die die young

You know we’ll never end this soon oh

I know you’ll never end it soon

We shouldn’t talk about it but

You keep showing me that

All your magazines don’t mean shit to me

All your ketamine don’t mean shit to me

All your magazines they don’t impress me

All your ketamine don’t mean shit to me