Nancy Nightmare

Jenny Rotten

I will have a
Fancy job
Cosy home
Pretty wife
When I go out they'll smile at me 
Congratulate my perfect life

		
We were born to be fucked

Fuck 
Fuck 
Fuck 
Fuck 
Fuck 
Fuck

Newborn Porn

Piece of driftwood rot down the flow 
I lost the name of my other soul
					
Invite me to a distant land
With only wind and light as my only friends 
When the lonely weight creeps upon my dreams 
I'll take a pill to muffle all my screams
					
(I didn't see it coming
Now I couldn't look away
I changed my pace to catch you
I changed my pace to stay 
Disappear in the water
With all the words you never say 
I'll be quiet I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting
Awaiting
Awaiting
Awaiting)
					
Piece of driftwood rot down the flow 
I lost the name of my other soul
					
Greet me with your soulful eyes 
Greet me with your solemn lies 
Greet me with a smile that blinds 
Greet me with a threat that shines

Another Soul

You said
You've tried
You just can't comprehend
What is
That thing
That we're trying to defend
I'm not
Surprised
If there's nothing we could mend 
No one
Can decide
How is this going to end
					
It's in my hot blood
An angst that could flood 
But drenched in wet mud 
Suffocates a blooming bud
					
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't do it anymore
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't All my limbs are worn and sore 
I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I'm helpless after all
But I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can’t I can’t
					
(You see it come / You see it go /
You see it bright, keen and unnatural / 
You touch its body / You watch it grow / 
Feeding on a collective ego /
A hint of light/ It starts to burst /
Wither loudly spitting out dirt /
You smile and walk away from things that 
aren't seductive, or pretty, or perfect,
or shiny, or pleasant, or worthwhile)
					
It's nothing more than a stuff toy 
With a smile that's so coy
It's not like you're trying to avoid 
'Cause everything's been destroyed

I Can't

Susie’s bed with metal frame 
Lures you into her evil games 
Susie with a razor blade 
Promise you’ll see her everyday 

Susie with the ugly scars					
She laughs and says she’s gone too far 
“Whatever I do it isn’t bad
You can’t die again if you’re already dead"
					
Stay up till the morning 
Crying whilst she’s crawling 
Slash up all her paintings 
Killing off her cravings 
Thrashing in her dream 
Violently she screams
What she says-

What do you live for
Why you even bother 
Thought you were my angel

......
					
Running in a distance 
Running is her sentence 
Running through the shadows 
With nowhere good to go 
Looking like a flower
Falling off a tower
lower and lower
You think its all a dream (Its not a dream)
					
Susie Exciting

Susie Exciting

I know the world is supposed to end
And at one point we will all burn to our roots 
But why is it taking so long
I've got a million things I can regret upon
					
(Pour your life into an endless void 
you think you have a soul?) 			
					
Shards of crystals 
Slice into your eyes 
You're buried in concrete 
As they multiply
					
Greasy ocean, acid sky 
Fueled upon your glowing lies (Let there be light) 	
				
Now stop 
And look upon the world (Let there be life) 

Remains of what will never last 
Remind you of a better past 
Satisfy more petty needs
With pornographic speed
		
And the story goes: (MACHINE MARCHING) 
				
Now you kneel and shiver 
				
Noticed there's a crack and at first you're blind 
When the crack grows bigger you block it with lies 
Now the crack is leaking and it hurts your pride
But when it's no longer a crack it's your time to die 
(Will we be fine?) 

Enjoy the sour wind caress your skin 
Black and blue and pink and yellow 
It's the blend of waste that fuels your tomorrow 
Pumping toxic out, disappear from sight
But they soon become what you breath and swallow 
Swallow! (Will we be fine?) 
								
You set off a fire to clear what's going in your way 
but your creations lost patience 
its soon your time to pay
(It won't be fine) 

Escalate your lie
try to buy yourself precious time 
on a ball of dying rock 
pointlessly fall through space 

You escalate your lie
try to buy yourself precious time 
on a ball of dying rock 
pointlessly slide through time
					
Return your debt
Surrender your life
The great fire burn
The great flood drown
Your glory your gold your future your hopes 
no more than fragments in the ground
					
You can wish for a miracle
(What were young are now growing old) 
You can find more ways to pass the time 
(Your running blood is growing cold) 
But the end is near its our fault my dear 
(Your blood grows cold)
Now you're desperately trying to rewind 
(Your blood grows cold)

Machine#2

Kill time till the end arrives

You keep your rotting shell as human
with flesh and bones no more than a tasteless skin
Along it comes the casual evil
you wash your sins in a pool of lukewarm mess
To save yourself from the daily monster
you turn to a bland belief to feel complete
A cloud of dirty buzzing shadows
mutates and takes the form of an ugly (monster)

MUTATING

Tell me what to do and (I’ll do it)
Guide me how to feel (and I’ll pursue it)
Learn your ways through a rotten system
You won’t smell the stench when you’re swimming in the vomit
Clinging on your face your hair your clothes
your neck your mouth they numb your senses
Moving in packs like dust like dirt
like a storm like plague like an endemic pollution

Dance dance dance While they glorify evil
Dance dance dance While the innocent dies
Dance dance dance As we taint our conscience
Dance dance dance As our mothers cry
Dance dance dance As we grow in number
Dance dance dance As we swarm the sky
Dance dance dance As they molest our children
Dance dance dance As we start to comply
Dance dance dance As sickness takes over
Dance dance dance Now we endorse in crime
Dance dance dance As we settle into monsters
Dance dance dance Now we will never die

(Do you register anything happening around you)
(If they want you blind will you give up your sight)

Failing health you’re good for me
Filthy air you’re good for me
Rotten flesh you’re good for me
Drowning world you’re good for me 
Everything is good for me
Everything is good for me
And what do I do now
I don’t want to be the only one awake

Now you play human

They call you human

You feel
Happy 
Hopeful
Glorious
Delusional
Brain dead

I
Brian walks home and cries into a pillow
Boiling in anger then softening in sorrow
Waking up next day carry on with fear
Shuffling along in the whiteness of evil

He was told that hope would keep him sane
But its hope that gives him all the pain
There are screams you hear and screams you don’t
The world is quiet but it isn’t kind
They push for an answer but the question is blind

And as an instinct to survive
He finds a new way to exist
The more poison pours out from his wounds
The brighter he shines
Until all his cuts become unstoppable fountains
Pouring out not pain but immense pleasure
He’s become one of his kind

II
You created me
out of confusion, raw panic, disease-ridden thoughts
I'm born out of fear and loathing

I had been here, a small part of you
Vulnerable like a balled up infant
But now I’m growing stronger
and stronger
and stronger

I am the knife you swing 
I am the screams you cry
I am the blood you shed
I am what helps you survive

I’m in the drugs you take
I’m in the pain you feel
I’m in the air you breathe
I am what keeps you alive

I am invisible
I am undeniable
I am uncontrollable
I am inside, inside!

I am not one of them
I will be all of them
I will be everywhere
I will spread like a fire

to end your torture to earn your life
Run! Run! Run!

It’s burning up your legs, your thighs, your chest,
your head, your hair, your face, your whole-
consume me!

III
Sickly sweet toxic all pouring out of my system
Deformed, unusual, tragic, alive

I warned you about what I could do to you
I warned you about what I could do

I am free from the alien loneliness
I am free from your endless prejudice
I am free from unwanted affections
I am free from a crooked box you called family
I am free

Brian Emo

Are we there yet? 
No 

What’s the day 
What’s the time 

Deadly silence 
Smokey skies 

Hell broke loose 
The crowd goes wild 

Waxy faces 
Eyes grow wide 

His body is his armour 
So frail and so thin 
They push and shove and beat and poke but still they cannot win 


(I’ll rip you to pieces) You break my fingers 
(You rip me to pieces) You break my bones 
(I’ll rip you to pieces) You pull the trigger 
(You rip me to pieces) Our dear protector 

(I’ll rip you to pieces) Your ugly grimace 
(You rip me to pieces) Your evil sneer 
(I’ll rip you to pieces) We flirt with madness 
(You rip me to pieces) The end is near 
 

There's no hope  No redemption 
(Crack my skull)
Mother please don't cry 
There's is a better world for us out there 
Can you see it? Or is it just me? 
(And you'll be pleased)

A vague sense of unease that the gruesome climax of my life 
(Crack my skull)
Was being rehearsed years in advance 
(In the name of peace)

Be my friend walk me out of this plight 
(Crack my skull)
Walking along the sea I see the tents and the people they're all
They're all smiling at me 
(And I'm released)

Out of nowhere we became the traitor 
(Crack my skull)
This is an army with no clear leader 
(And make me the beast)

Smog

/On the surface everything is fine/ 
We are all sitting in peace/ 
soaking in each others bullshit/ 
Like a lukewarm cauldron of grinning imbeciles/ 
I go in like a casual hurricane/ 
Flicking shit everywhere/ 
nobody comes out clean/ 
that makes me happy/ 

Alter all your shaky values to suit your new found truths 
Alter all your roles as adults to sound like struggling youths 

Count your problems 
Count your pains 
Count your time and 
Count your days 

Count the ones who hate the rules but somehow still comply 
Count the ones injecting plastic to have bigger eyes 

Bigger eyes! 
(Spin a lie!) 
Bigger eyes! 
(Spin a lie!) 

- 

Why must I see your point of view when you are just a clone 
Why must I share your lust for life why can't I die alone 

Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 

Why can't I 
Go 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Die alone! 
Anything to stop this nonsense

VICTIM#2

You pour and pour till you're drained of blood 
You cry and cry like you're never loved 

Now I'm numb all around 
I will just witness all the pain 
I kill different versions of myself 
So I don't go insane

VICTIM#1

*At the first instance it felt good. I convinced myself I was brave. For a while I wanted to be a part of a bigger picture. It was a picture of immense greatness. It gave me inexplicable joy. Granting me a sense of purpose.* 
*illusions* 
For a while I was driven. Everything I did convinced me I was a normal, functioning part of the society. Surviving on reciting values that upon reflection, were obviously illusionary.* 
*illusions* 

What started as a grand resistance has worn away 
and left us with a lake of blood 

Devoured by the voice of anger 
Devoured by a toxic peer 
Devoured by a nameless creature 
Devoured 
Devoured 
by fear 

*It was theatre. The grand gesture, the moment of choice, the mortal danger, the external foe, the climactic battle whose outcome resolves all, to appear heroic, to excite and gratify. To be applauded and admired. To be loved and cared for.* 

As much as it was good entertainment 
You will soon be eaten away by the your choice of drug 

To die for the grand resistance 
To die for a great idea 
Shackle your faith to a gambler 
Too blind too blind see clear 

Degraded it was, you degraded it more 
Spiralling downward do you know what its for 
To fight your enemy you needed more men 
To fight your enemy you take what you can 
To form an army, you formulate lies 
To drive the army, you fake your own cries 
To feed the army, you kill your own friends 
Now with this army you burn all your ends 

Look in the mirror, all you see is your pain 
Look in the mirror, you're covered in shame 
Look in the mirror, your illusion is strong 
You break the mirror, new evil is born 

Explain to me how the fuck we got here? 

Do you understand? 
Here is the truth-- 
actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. 
No one is interested. 
And soon you become no more than yet another victim 

*I started to understand what happened to me was dark, evil, and shameful, and by association I too was dark, evil, and shameful. While it may not have been my intention, this was the message my clouded mind received. To escape the confines of these chains, I disassociated myself from my emotions and numbed myself to the pain ravaging my mind and body .* 

Join now for your own salvation! 

Pretend we are fighting absolute evil 
Pretend it's a grand creature we battled 
Any victory we become immediate legends 
If we die we all become war heroes

VICTIMS

Music Video: 
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Jane Pain serves as a confessional/ investigative piece representing the banal tragedy familiar to many - the development of a destructive coping mechanism as a response to a profound existential anxiety, and the unwitting succumbence to a repressed existence. The title “Jane Pain” is a reference to two existing entities which both happened to be full names : 1) Jane Doe - a term often used to refer to a hypothetical "everyman", or a corpse whose identity is unknown or unconfirmed, and 2) A female counterpart to Brian Emo - another character study appeared in “Unnatural Objects and Their Humans”.

DB's "Their Humans" is a series of case studies with the intention of documenting and understanding the perverse banality of modern youth (not) surviving their cruel harsh world.

The video can be read in two-folds; 1) A found footage, murder mystery style tale on revenge/ cause and effect 2) The setting and plot development serve as an allegory to the protagonist’s mental state - a tribute to Gothic literature*(1). The video also celebrates the unsettling beauty of the macabre, the complex apprehension of the depraved, the joys of extreme (repressed) emotions, the indulgence of fearfulness, and an appreciation for atmosphere. In line with the band’s established philosophy and aesthetics, the song aims to invoke emotions that are not commonly desirable, as a mean to commence the thrills and awe inherent in the sublime.

*(1) One of Gothic literature’s key features is the psychological trappings in relation to the setting, e.g. if a character was in a maze-like mansion, a connection was made to the maze that represents their minds

JANE PAIN

“The Beautiful is that which is well-formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the Sublime is that which has the power to compel and destroy us. The preference for the Sublime over the Beautiful drove us to create what sometimes feels out of place. The preference for the Sublime over the Beautiful was what compelled us to extreme emotions that are not commonly desirable; fear, anxiety, deep despair, confinement, mania, exhaustion, lunacy.

Our existence did not come from popular demand and nor the nature of our work will be."


Formed in 2013, Hong Kong, David Boring is named after the unlikely hero from Daniel Clowes's cult classic graphic novel. Signatured with their dirty, experimental noise, male-female interlacing dialogues and the enigmatically cathartic live performances, DB experiments in ways that both confront and empathise with the modern world, revealing a dark, claustrophobic world that either excites or traumatises. Since the release of their debut album in 2017, DB went from being an underground cult favourite, to exploding into the international radar. The band's bold and unique appeal drew the attention of international critics, music lovers, and the cultural crowd.


DAVID BORING is Laujan (vocal), Jason Cheung (guitar, vocal), Jonathan Yang (bass), Kit Yip (guitar), and Underdog (drums).

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