I’m at the store waiting with bore
I see a magazine glowing from the door

Come, come I can fulfil your admiration
The magazine forces me with intimidation

As their fresh smell acts like a guide
The magazine takes me for a ride

The pages magically open before my eyes
Hypnotizing me with those guys

With dates and greates and big mistakes
That journey through time needed no takes

Addicted to these drugs it turns into a must
Taking a stroll around will be a gust

As I walk around my mind is spinning
Will I ever wake up from my dreaming?