Tekster: Accuser. 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