The Queen Of Magazines - Lyrics - Eleven Eleven

You lick your lips so sour You swim in lakes of hate You dissect all of the hours You try hard not to relate To me Sit in the throne of plastic scenes You are the queen of magazines You live a diamond shine to shower And without a chance to lose Hide like spiders in a flower Blemish but never to bruise Sit in the throne of plastic scenes You are the queen of magazines Looking down so cavalier Complicate the always clear Be for real or be for fake There's not a surface you can't break You can't break You won't break You don't break You promise to be never You deliver at your shrine Kiss them only just to sever And to forever never mind Sit in the throne of plastic scenes You are the queen of magazines