[Mr. Bungle cover]

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
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 plight
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
Retrovertigo