My little empire. Has risen and it's set. My little empire. Is as good as it can get. My little empire. Is coming around. My little empire. It don't make a sound.
I'm small and I am tired. I'm blurred to bits and wired. I'm nothing in this universe. Nothing but pieces and dust. . Appearing in more repeats. The mirror man has seen defeat.
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate. It's the only thing I can digest. Xenophobia or general disinterest. I must catch up with all this stuff. . They call me a boring fuckhead.
(...revolution, revolution, revolution...). . Never ever wanted to be with you. The only thing you gave me was the boredom I suffocate in. Ooh ooh ooh.
Miss Europa disco dancer. Feel the drug of your persona. Miss Europa disco dancer. I'm in heaven when I see ya. Miss Europa disco dancer. Favourite son and favourite daughter.
I am nothing and should be everything. You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity. Intentional destruction germ. Eats your thoughts and makes you happy.
Wherever you go I will be carcass. Whatever you see will be rotting flesh. Humanity recovered glittering etiquette. Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent.