Zinadelphia - The Magazine Lyrics

Rumor has it there's a new edition,
All the fantasy that's fit to print
I never saw myself within their vision,
Maybe that's the catalyst
I've been having trouble talking bout it
I keep going out to check the mail
Wanna cancel my subscription,
But I know I never will
No mother could bear to hear
You insult The Creator
A body crafted for years and years,
And you say that you hate it
She doesn't look like me
And I wanna fix it
It's inspiration,
But I know I'll let it kill me
All hail the magazine,
It's not an addiction
It's motivation,
But I know I'll let it kill me
I wish I could pick up a phone and call her
And say God are you there?'
Thinking maybe I would come out smaller
If I said a little prayer
But the pages show no mercy,
You bear the fruit so you pay the cost
Of kneeling in the bathroom stall until
You see the beauty in the body you lost
(you lost)
No mother could bear to hear
You insult The Creator
She made you in her image,
Now the reason you love her
Is the reason you hate her
She doesn't look like me
And I wanna fix it
It's inspiration,
But I know I'll let it kill me
All hail the magazine,
It's not an addiction
It's motivation,
But I know I'll let it kill me
I'll let it kill me
I'll let it kill me"