White Lung - Magazines lyrics

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 k** 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 sh** to me All your ketamine don't mean sh** to me All your magazines they don't impress me All your ketamine don't mean sh** to me