Droid

I got a date with the master, my friendA sunday stroll in the surreal, so zenFrom perfection to disaster againThanx for showing me what's realA rendezvous with the psychic once moreShe's sneaking thought into my brain I'm sureAm I one of the cynic, the pure?Am I one of the sane?Who knows the troubled one that knows?Prophets come and prophets goAnd again I tried to thinkThat burden only made me sinkCrawling back to Isola to weepSomewhere under the sea so deepI don't know what to show ya that's neatBut it will be bigger than you and meWho knows the troubled one that knows?Prophets come and prophets goAnd again I tried to thinkThat burden only made me sink