That Doesn't Suit Me At All Testo

Six p.m., shut my door tight another TV night insight, I close my blinds, grab the remote. My access to our common code. I don´t need no TV guide, switch the brain off just zap the tide! Every day it is the same, I can´t escape ´cause I am lame! I can´t understand why I can´t resist. My public spirit erased by an empty lifeless machine. That doesn´t suit me ... that doesn´t suit me at all. Brilliant colours enforcing my own fall. Sometimes when I´m all alone, even to lazy to pick up the phone, I´m whishing for some friends nearby, opinion the same as mine. This could aid me and could help me curing myself. This help would suit me, yes I guess it would ...