I'm a record collection, a dedicated section I'm a memory of everything you've ever seen and ever done I'm a subtle seduction, I am out of corruption I'm a God enlightened, cleaned up, heightened reenactment of your day I'm a hidden agenda, hidden in a credenza In the darkest corner of the room inside the room inside your head Uh-huh, inside your head, inside your head, inside your head, uh
Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you Where everything you'll need is on its way now Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend Where everything is okay in the end
Thinking of a number Whispered in our gun Trouble hidden, pass it on Zero, zero, zero, one Play us one more number Give us one more song Tell us one we've heard before Zero, zero, zero, more
Architecturally speaking, 50 gram is a weakling I'm a city planner with a stammer who cut down New York, New York From the tip of a rhino, fuck it if I know I'm the unexpected, twist your endless laundry list of heinous crimes Take a vital suggestion, rig an election I'm the hidden top line of the tune that's on a loop inside your mind Uh-huh, inside your mind, inside your mind, inside your mind, uh
Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you Where everything you'll need is on its way now Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend Where everything is okay in the end
Thinking of a number Whispered in our gun Trouble hidden, pass it on Zero, zero, zero, one Play us one more number Give us one more song Tell us one we've heard before Zero, zero, zero, more
On an endless corridor behind each hidden door Infinity at one more never ending bidding war Send us your details, my extraordinary friend Everything is okay if you
Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you Where everything you'll need is on its way now Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend Where everything is okay in the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
