Getting more personal with my intimate self
I am nothing but a phat astronaut
Compress me, compress m tight
The ordinary people are not invited
You are nothing until you beat me
Then if you do, maybe you will be something
Lights are dim
echo
echo
echo
echo
echo
echo and so on
From right to left
Deeper and deeper we go
Can't withstand these milk and cookie voices
bouncing all around
They signal to me, bird in the sky
Now we pick up where we left off, before we picked up
And it all picks up, where we had dropped it all
