Testo Red Eye

In the wastelands of deception
Where remorse makes no connection
With the arsewipe that they'll call society

You walk hand in hand
With consequences of the glass and sand
No new direction for your energy
You keep saying they've got it all wrong about you
No-one listens
Only see friction burns on your palm
You've got some explaining to do.

At the boundary of perception
Where the action is the reason
And the feather beats the hammer to the ground

I slip into a coma to relieve me of the boredom
While you're so surprised to find the world is round

You keep saying they've got it all wrong about you
No-one listens
Only see friction burns on your palm You've got some explaining to do.

Your ego. Massive lies. My Cheech and Chong red eyes
Need matchsticks and amphetamine 'til the daylight rushes in

One step from believing that the world's not really turning
One step from the edge of grim reality
One step from the only answer
One step from the coma
That relieves you of your sorry fantasy

You keep saying they've got it all wrong about you
No-one listens
Only see friction burns on your palm
You've got some explaining to do.