Labyrinthian Pomp

How you wanna tag my style?

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?

Oh, oh, let's just say

You are not the destroyer

Let's just say

Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta

I 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

Reference 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?

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?

Oh, oh, let's just say

You are not the destroyer

Let's just say

Du er ikke den som ødelegger fitta

I got my Georgie Fruit on

He's a dark mutation

For my demented pastime

Giving replicators somewhere to go

But we're authentic

You can test my talons

Against your cursive body

The controller spheres have disappeared and it hurts

Delinquent days are here again

It's like to disappear forever

But I'm not afraid

There's two Gods for everyone

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 flag appearing

Crazy how the symbolism works

Don't look at them