Droid Lyrics - From The 13th Sun - Candlemass

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