From the Interstellar combination The colours were brown and cream And he gets pre-psicognition Everywhere he goes. It screams psi-cog from doorways And upper shut-off windows.
He had a brain with a weight of four ounces. His psi-cog was very advanced. And quick justice not his stick. He wasn't taking any crap from you dick. But he got a dose of a psi-cog. He got a dose of a psi-cog dream.
I feel it shouting at him from the flotarium And the cauldron or rectum of its love, baby.
It was hectoring him. It was shouting at him. It was telling him things. It was hectoring him. It was lecturing him. It was hectoring him.
Psi-cog dream.
It was shouting at him. It was hectoring him. It was lecturing him. Behind tormentor was wolverine.
Dream.
From the cauldron of its love, baby.
He was locked in sauna, Steam bath and massage. Flotarium, it was the figure Hectoring him from the sunbed Of its love, baby. It had a home with 3 minds. It was looking at glasses through him. It was floating on the flotarium of its love, baby.
It was shouting at him. It was hectoring him. It was lecturing him. It was lying to him. It was lecturing him. It was hectoring him. It was shouting at him. It was lecturing him.
Sweat envelopes him.
Psi-cog dream.
His boss shouting at him. It was lecturing him. It was hectoring him. It was shouting at him. It was singing to him. It was hexes at him. It was pouting at him. It was lecturing at him.
Psi-cog dream.
From the lectern of its love, baby.
Psi-cog dream.
Bombast...(mumble) No boast. Dream.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
