Record Collection

I'm a record collection, a dedicated section

I'm a memory of everything you've ever seen and ever done

I'm a subtle seduction, I am out of corruption

I'm a god, enlightened, cleaned up

Heightened reenactment of your day

I'm a hidden agenda hidden in the credenza

In the darkest corner of the room inside the room inside your head

Uh-huh, inside your head

Inside your head, inside your head, uh

Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you

Where everything you need is on its way now

Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend

Where everything is okay in the end

Thinkin' of a number

Whispered in our gun

Cold hidden, pass it hard

Zero, zero, zero, one

Play us one more number

Give us one more song

Tell us one we've heard before

Zero, zero, zero, more

Architecturally speakin', fifty gram is a weakling

I'm a city planner with a stammer who cut down New York, New York

From the tip of a rhino, fuck it if I know

I'm the unexpected, twist your endless laundry list of heinous crimes

Take a vital suggestion, rig an election

I'm the hidden top line of the tune that's on a loop inside your mind

Uh-huh, inside your mind

Inside your mind, inside your mind, uh

Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you

Where everything you need is on its way now

Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend

Where everything is okay in the end

Thinkin' of a number

Whispered in our gun

Cold hidden, pass it hard

Zero, zero, zero, one

Play us one more number

Give us one more song

Tell us one we've heard before

Zero, zero, zero, more

On an endless corridor behind each hidden door

Infinity at one more never-ending bidding war

Send us your details, my extraordinary friend

Everything is okay if you

Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you

Where everything you need is on its way now

Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend

Where everything is okay in the end