Lyrics as Poetry 

‘Retrovertigo’ by Mr. Bungle

 

{Before you advertise, all the fame is implied.}

 

With no fortune unseen,

sell the rights

to your blight,

time machine.

 

While I’m dulled by excess

and a cynic

at best,

my art imitates crime.

 

{Paid for by the allies, so invest. 😉}

~

 

Now I’m finding truth is a ruin (nauseous end that NOBODY IS PURSUING!!!!!!!!)

staring into glassy eyes.

(Mesmerized©)

There’s a vintage thirst returning.

“But I’m sheltered by my…” (channel surfing)

Every famine virtual…

 

 

ℜ£ΓℜΦ   VΣℜΓÍG∅

 

A tribute to false memories

with conviction!

(cheap imitation)

Is it fashion or disease?!

Post-ironic remains a mouth to feed.

 

Sell the rights

to your blight

(and you’ll eat).

 

Now I’m finding truth is a ruin (nauseous end that NOBODY IS PURSUING!!!!!!!!)

staring into glassy eyes.

(Mesmerized©)

See the vintage robot wearied,

then awakened by revision theories.

Every famine virtual…

 

 

ℜ£Γℜ©  VΣℜΓÍG∅

 

 

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