Retrovertigo – Mr. Bungle

Amen to this beautifully visionary song…

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 (dulled by excess)
And a cynic at best (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
Retrovertigo

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 ruined, nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes, mesmerized
See the vintage robot wearied then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo

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