Labyrinthian Pomp Lyrics

Intro:
Bass Guitar
How you want to tag my style
When I am so superior?
How you want to hate a thing
When you are so inferior?
Guitar(listen for complicated timing)
How you want to mess
How you want to mess my spotless interior?
Let's just say you are not the destroyer
Guitar
I've got my bright girl near me
She's so much taller
Wth a crisp endorsement
From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol
She's so meta-referenced and all
Shares my strange urge to
Smash a window in every house on our block
Delinquent days are here again
How you want to tag my style
When I am so superior?
How you want to hate a thing
When you are so inferior?
How you want to mess
How you want to mess my spotless interior?
Let's just say you are not the destroyer
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
Keyboard
(It's like to disappear forever, but I'm not afraid)
There's two gods for every one, one, two gods for the beasts
An hour dead
Deflects our eggs
On latitude, oh 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