Labyrinthian Pomp

How you wanna tag my style

When I am so superior?

How you wanna hate a thing

When you are so inferior?

How you wanna mess

How you wanna mess my spotless interior?

Let's just say you are not the destroyer

(Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta)

I've got my bright girl near me

She's so much taller

With a crisp endorsement

From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol

She's so meta, references Stendhal

Shares my strange urge to

Smash a window in every house on our block

Delinquent days are here again

How you wanna tag my style

When I am so superior?

How you wanna hate a thing

When you are so inferior?

How you wanna mess

How you wanna mess my spotless interior?

Let's just say you are not the destroyer

(Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta)

I've got my Georgie Fruit on

He's my dark mutation

For my demented past time

Giving replicators somewhere to go

But we're authentic

You can test my talons

Against your cursive body

But the controller spheres have disappeared

And it hurts

Delinquent days are here again

(I'd just like to disappear forever but I am not afraid)

There's two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts

An hour dead deflects our eggs

On latitude 0, 1 degree

I trusted you, no, don't explain

Moving in clipped tempos making sad dreams

Of the flags appearing

Crazy how the symbolism works

Don't look at them