Originally posted by HelloAngel:
Toy-like people make me boy-like
They're invisible, when the trip it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got hoi-polloi like
Now you're lost and you're lethal
And now's about the time you gotta leave all
These good people...dream on
Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
Cheaper than the chip inside my laptop
~Massive Attack