Retrovertigo Mr. Bungle

[Verse 1]
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights to your blight time-machine

[Verse 2]
While I'm dulled by excess (dulled by excess)
And a cynic at best (cynic at the best)
My art imitates crime
Paid for by the allies, so invest

[Chorus]
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

[Instrumental break]

[Bridge]
A tribute to false memories
With conviction, cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?
Post-ironic remains a mouth to feed