meh - part 5

Call of the Wild

Varcolac

1066

JINGLEHEIMER — a man being pulled apart from the inside out... an identity under siege, collapsing in real time. The interrogation, the accusations, and the relentless demand to “state your name” serve as a punishment more profound than the execution itself. 

As the once-playful chant emerges as a grim ritual, the name “Jingleheimer” becomes a burden, a curse echoed by the crowd until individuality dissolves. What you hear isn’t just the story of a traitor; it’s the sound of someone being unmade, reduced to the bare, anonymous core beneath every stolen or repeated name.
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LYRICS:
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name 
what is your name? 
state your name 

the executioner waits for you 
the time has come 

state your name 
state your name 

or bear the consequence 
you just might die 

Don't be a fool 
We know your name 
We know what you are 
Traitor 
Traitor to the state 
Traitor to the nation 

We know who you are 
We know who you are 

We know who you are...

John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too

Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes 
John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

do you think we are the fools? 

do you think we won't harm? 

we are the answer 
to your nightmare 

and you are doomed
to fail 

John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too

Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

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JINGLEHEIMER

*** LYRICS ***

They want us quiet,
heads down, no sound.
But pressure rises –
we’re done staying down.

They fake the halo,
but the truth still leaks.
They feed on power,
on the tired and weak.

I see the cracks
under the crown.
They hold control
by pushing us down.

Get heavy –
push back on every lie they throw.
Get steady –
don’t fold when they want control.

Let ’em tremble –
when the truth begins to shake.
We won’t bend,
not to the shame they make.

Get heavy.
Get heavy.

They preach of “purpose,”
but it’s for their gain.
They call it guidance,
but they deal in blame.

They smile for cameras,
but their words are cold.
They talk about honor –
but they just want control.

I see the cracks
under the crown.
The truth stands up –
their kingdom falls down.

Get heavy –
push back on every lie they throw.
Get steady –
don’t fold when they want control.

Let ’em tremble –
when the truth begins to shake.
We won’t bend,
not to the shame they make.

Get heavy.
Get heavy.

We’re not their echo.
We’re not their shield.
We break the silence –
their power revealed.

Get heavy –
hit back until the masks are torn.
Get ready –
this is the calm before the storm.

Let ’em tremble –
’cause the louder truth remains.
We won’t bend,
not to the weight of their shame.

Get heavy.
Get heavy.

© 2025 Anssi Kemppainen / A☰KØNIC

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