Hello Gaius my old friend
I've come to talk with again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while you were sleeping
And the vision
That I planted in your brain
It is the sound of Cylons
In restless dreams you walked alone
My seductive Cylon clone.
Now they say that it is I to blame.
I gave you access to the defense mainframe.
Then my eyes were stabbed by a flask of atomic light.
But I'm alright.
Pushed to the ground by Cylons.
And in the baseship light I saw
Ten thousand toasters, maybe more.
Toasters talking without speaking.
Toasters hearing without listening.
Toasters getting horny!
But I'm not scared.
I'll sleep around with Cylons.
And the people bowed and prayed
To producers Ron and Dave.
And the sign flashed out its warning
That our journey is now ending.
Just remember the words of the prophets
Are written on the Temple Walls
And Battlestar halls.
In the sound of Cylons