Fags in Mags

They want to see you cry
They want to see you fall
They want to know your faults
They want to see you bleed!
They write half-truths and lies
And occasional alibis
Just to earn a measly buck
They don't care what you'll feel!

Shameless movie writers!
Materialistic fags
Inhuman fault-finders
They're just seedy spies!

There's no such thing as privacy
Once you become Mother's baby
You'd be under the writers' mercy
Their hearts are as cold as ice!
They expose your mistakes
Unless of course they're on the take
And the fans believe them all
It's such a crazy world!

Tactless movie writers!
They say they want the truth
But then we know better
They just want to earn their liver