Droid Songtext
von Candlemass

I got a date with the master, my friend
A Sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen
From perfection to disaster again
Thanks 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?
Oh, am I one of the sane?


Who knows the troubled one that knows?
The 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 it
But it will be bigger than you and me

Who knows the troubled one that knows?
The prophets come and prophets go
And again I tried to think
That burden only made me sink