Can you hold this I smoked it Had a great time Now it's permanent psychosis Room starts to grow Loved ones approaching Energy glows Take myself off auto-focus City overflows But nobody even knows us Thought I wasn't me So I took the time and wrote this Can you hold me under In a classical hypnosis No need to tap the cup Imma stay till further notice
When the dials set On channel seven Look around at the file you have entered Channel five is a six mile wide exit Not a body in sight Just me and a pocket full of planned obsolescence Just me and my pockets full of Just me and my pockets Just me and my pockets full of
Slightly off something I just found on the ground It's shaped like my Head and face Speed of photons slow So it's hard to see in this Heavy fog Tap the cup I'm seeing god
When the dials set On channel seven Look around at the file you have entered Channel five is a six mile wide exit Not a body in sight Just me and a pocket full of planned obsolescence Just me and my pockets full of Just me and my pocketsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.