Testo Plastique

We walk to a beat
With cosmic eyes
We recycle and retreat
I don't know what you know
But I don't hate color and skin
Form and face we hypnotize
We refuse
We watch through a screen With plastic lives
We recycle we forget
I don't know why I need more
I can't finish it
Form and race we sterilize
We abuse
We move at light-speed
So everything's right
We got no time to think
And no meaning
We all fall from these stars
In our plastic cars
we're all the same in the dark