Testo Explorer

Step out through the back door
Nothing but plain blue sand in sight
Flat, nasty
But what’s that looking lonesome on the horizon
Walk closer and get a better look
It’s tall, 10-stories tall
Some kind of dog-thing standing on all fours
Feels warm, feels okay But I have to wait and see

Well i’m lucky to be part of
The sharing of the bed door
I can feel the moonlight
Where the shadows look like veins
I can hear the body
It’s slapping through my brain

We’re all, we’re all, we’re all redundant