I Be The Prophet - Nearly God, Martina Topley-Bird

I can’t relax I need to meditate

Yeah, I’ll make 'em wait

Yeah, I’ll make 'em wait

Time moves in numbers

I count the summers, direct the drummers

Tell me you don’t feel nothing

Would you like to ride on my train, or

Would you like to drink from my vein?

My vibe’s just a (fuckin') feeling

I see the ceiling

And adjust to such a feeling

I be the prophet, slay me then we’ll cross it

I’m already on the other side