The Sombrero Prophecy Psychostick

That motherfucker’s got the sombrero
You better respect he’s got the sombrero

You’re getting hungry, and all you’ve got is mac and cheese
But you’re impatient, looks like you need my expertise
That one commercial, an instrument that’s meant to tease
This time we’ll make it, with me you know I aim to please

Boil the noodles, but this time milk must be withheld
One stick of butter, add cheese and wait for it to melt
Thеn add the powder, and if you do what you’ve been told
Your macaroni will bе amazing to behold

That motherfucker’s got the sombrero
You better respect he’s got the sombrero

Millions of light years
Impossible to cross the void
Our fate is certain, we all are doomed to be destroyed

Intent and planning, we are conscious but not aware
They would not come here, if not extensively prepared

Proof of their presence, and yet we humans feel alone
All of our structures will crumble and be overthrown