This is a song about "Viking hitler space cheese"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

We're running out of space,

Baby, you got that super bass

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm a norse viking hiking all over your psyche

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

I'm a metaphorical hitler, i'll turn the mainstream into the holocaust

Cause a riot, throw a molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost