Plasticized Communication

yeah i’m dressing a plastic mouth
yeah i’m dressing a plastic mouth
there’s an ant in your brain
she’s walking upside down,
i’ve learned the language of time talking to plastic ears.
yeah i’m dressing a leather plastic mouth,
yeah i wish in a small dream for a quiet dream.
yeah i’m dressing a plastic face,
to surf this days without thoughts,
armed with a plastic gun so gentle for a cloudy day.
yeah i’m dressing a leather plastic mouth,
yeah i wish in a small dream for a quiet dream.