با داستان، مضمون و حس این آهنگ بیشتر آشنا شوید.
When I pop up in the future | And I'm living off of pills and paste | And I pop up in the cockpit
When I pop up in the future And I'm living off of pills and paste And I pop up in the cockpit And I'm dodging all the cosmic waste I'm a number in a convoy I'm an orphan of a dying sun And I'm following directions The coordinate of Mushroom One I've been drinking in the plasma Supernatural in the pastel moon Been administered a dosing From a Nommo with an astral boon Find the vital information That we sent you in a mushroom spore A cryptic invitation Should be growing on a dirty floor
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