I came cresting across your broken-hearted reality like a mortal kombat fatality
To rip your soul out of your skull if you'd only allow me to
I've got the power to cast off demons with algebra, algorithms and Taoism
I tricked the sphinx into telling me what she thinks; it got her a punch in the nose
(dusty blood flows)
Her philosophy is extinct. She claimed to have answers, yet chances are best that nobody knows
(so I suppose)
We're dancing around burning bushes
That put our cushy houses to flame
Entranced, we glance only to shout out the blame
Fall in the blaze, blasé and pout in the shame
Questioning: what? who? where? how came the change?
The answer is crouched, it's now, it's the name of the game
I came
Cresting across your broken hearted reality like a mortal kombat fatality
To rip your soul out of your skull if you'd only allow me to
I've got the power to cast off demons with algebra, algorithms and Taoism
Every word I manifest is a fallacy
Challenging the towering phallic papacy prophecies
Casting magic missiles to brighten what aughta be obvious
I've got the problem-solver, Madonna must get a lobotomy

Every word I manifest is a fallacy
Challenging the towering phallic papacy prophecies

Every word I manifest is a fallacy challenging the towering phallic papacy prophecies

I not done yet, just parched, I'm gonna get some water
And that's not part of the song, I just didn't want to forget to finish

I not done yet, just parched, I'm gonna get some water
And that's not part of the song, I didn't want to forget to finish