Tytuł: Droid

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I got a date with the master, my friend
   A sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen
   From perfection to disaster again
   Thanx for showing me what's real
   A rendezvous with the psychic once more
   She's sneaking thought into my brain I'm sure
   Am I one of the cynic, the pure?
   Am I one of the sane?
   Who knows the troubled one that knows?
   Prophets come and prophets go
   And again I tried to think
   That burden only made me sink
   Crawling back to Isola to weep
   Somewhere under the sea so deep
   I don't know what to show ya that's neat
   But it will be bigger than you and me
   Who knows the troubled one that knows?
   Prophets come and prophets go
   And again I tried to think
   That burden only made me sink