Testo The Slug

plastic visions
caught your eyes
downtown
where it's cold'n blue
need a place to hide your mind
or your brain's gonna explode
burn your eyes
burn your soul cut off your head
who takes you home ?
got a reason to live
when you're headless ?
got a place to stay
when it's nameless ?
where's the brain,
the hope, the name ?
feel the pain and go insane
the attitude stinks
as well as the tone
you only live once
the story's so old
the lazy slug
talks a lot lives the nameless easy life
crawling home
no alibi
no witness for the defense in sight
life ain't that dramatic
old-school dogmatists
waste their time
with plastic visions