Testo Under A Rock

Where did I come from, where have I been? How did I spend my youth to become like this? You can't believe it, but I swear it's true All my decadence I made by myself. I come out in the rain, I like it in the mud. My nature is filth and my mind is dirt. I do corrupt your soil, I got a pale face No need for the sun, I live under a rock I live in the shades I live underground I live a secret life Under a rock Under a rock Under a rock Under a rock Anytime, anywhere I spend my days But I like it here.