OU818

06 - Mr Nice Guy - Mr. Bungle

Dethklok  Dory McLean Zazz Blammymatazz

i dont wanna be myself 
i wanna be someone else 
right now, i know 

i changed my mind, ill go to hell
just feed me and keep me in a cell
spend everyday needing so much fucking help
ill tell you the secret and see if you tell 

im not afraid of falling anymore 
i stare at the face 
i ignore features that look the same
theres a hook in my face
pull it out another one forms behind it
instantly cut off circulation
i feel my eyelids flutter as i struggle to sit
i just collapse to my knees in a fit
coughing, laughing, dry heave
punch my fist against the seat and the lid 

theres a message in here somewhere !
changing lanes
ill stay in mine
you stay insane
i love this crowd
dog bites man 
man drops a hydrogen bomb on the ground 
i got a sweet tooth 
i like it when i find hidden objects
i see you
underneath the grass
rubbing against me 
touch it, whats the difference?
ask me if its empty
over turn the glass and get every single last drop out 

oh god its fit right in the palm of my hand now 
rejected blessing i see the angel it shines down
im happy to have the plaque scrapped from my teeth
i added gems to my canines
im playing with them as we speak 

i lie and i steal things
try to be revealing 
off putting !!!
show me where i lost footing
lip service
cock sucking dick circus 
ill be at auction but all of this shits worthless

couldnt begin to imagine how that happened
hey, look over there! 
spit in a napkin!
are you kidding? im asking
are you shitting in my hand or wishing on black magic?
you didnt understand
sometimes its okay to match the energy of your worst man
im the dead spy, i got two red eyes
ill let you guess why i stare out my blinds paranoid
people around me notice and im afraid that theyre annoyed
or think im crazy, and maybe theyre right
backdrop: illusion of contact
age it until it tastes like a safe ride
take you home in the back of a sports car
godly intention so pure as im sure that yours are

i dont wanna be myself
i wanna be someone else

Numbing Agent

Seventh track on Bad Happy.

A bit of an "anthem" for those of you who have a propensity to compromise yourself and overlook unfair mistreatment by your friends and other loved ones for the sake of keeping the relationships intact... I'm quite prone to this.

Even after years of being hurt by people I know who have cheated on me, belittled my accomplishments and talent, ditched me, ignored my calls and emails, forgot to do important things they said they would for, broken promises, violated my trust, and whatever else, for the sake of nothing but themselves, I've still generally stayed un-confrontational about betrayal, essentially making it okay to betray me.
I wanted to approach this topic in a constructive manner, as often I do, but not be too subtle about the message.

If you're in a position where you are compromising your own happiness to keep your life less dramatic and your friends groups without schism; relationships without quarrel: don't keep doing it. Try to find common ground.
If they remain obstinate, they aren't worth your time.

/Life lesson

Betrayal is okay.

Paragon

The gates have opened. The cross has turned.
“Diabolic” marks the darkest, heaviest, and most blasphemous moment in The Black Cross’ history — a twelve-track descent into fire, rebellion, and divine ruin.

Across its molten landscape, Diabolic fuses the crushing weight of doom, the precision of groove metal, and the fury of thrash into one infernal mass of sound.
Michael leads as the voice of destruction and defiance — the fallen preacher who burns the scripture itself — while Lilith rises as the serpent queen, her haunting presence spreading through the ashes like temptation incarnate.

From the apocalyptic grandeur of “Inverted Faith” and the slow-burning menace of “Diabolic,” to the southern steel of “Turn the Cross Upside Down” and the tragic beauty of “Evil Spirits,” every song is a sermon of damnation.
“Demonic Possessions” sees Lilith take full control, a demonic force of nature channeling chaos and power, before the album culminates in the seven-minute requiem “Amen Infernum” — where the fallen king and serpent queen unite in eternal fire.

This is not an album — it’s an inverted gospel.
A book of desecration written in distortion and blood.
A war hymn for those who never prayed, and a crown for those who burned their faith.

Diabolic isn’t where The Black Cross ends —
it’s where hell finally begins.

Old Testament

Text:
[Verse 1]
Screens glow — brains low,
Another fake king on a plastic throne.
Talk loud, say nothin’,
The crowd’s clappin’ for their own slow burn.
You call that fame? I call it shame.
You sell your soul for a minute of name.
Dumb down the nation, feed the machine —
Reality’s dying on a neon screen!

[Pre-Chorus]
We don’t want your show,
We don’t need that glow!

[Chorus]
Turn off the circus, break the chain!
We want truth, not your fame game!
Turn off the circus, clear the noise —
We are the minds, not your toys!

(solo)

[Verse 2]
Plastic smiles, algorithm lies,
They sell decay in glitter disguise.
They want us numb, not aware,
But I see through that empty stare.
No soul, no thought, no spark —
Just puppets dancing in the dark.

[News / Spoken Rage]
The headlines scream, they sell the fake,
Media feeds the fools they make!

[Breakdown / Spoken Rage]
You call it fun?
I call it a cage.
We feed the beast,
It feeds our rage!

(solo)

[Chorus – Repeat, Screamed]
Turn off the circus, break the chain!
We want truth, not your fame game!
Turn off the circus, clear the noise —
We are the minds, not your toys!

[Outro]
I’d rather watch the stars at night,
Than your fools pretending light.
No crown, no show, no lies —
Just silence… and the truth that never dies.

Turn Off The Circus

V.M.18
Tommy Luckitta: Drums
Andrea Bariselli: Bass
Marco Trentacoste: Guitars
Davide Castenetto: Vox

Produced by Andrea Bariselli e Marco Trentacoste
Executive Producers: Sergio Salaorni per Larione 10, Andrea Bariselli for Rock Planet Productions and Marco Trentacoste
Recorded by Alberto "Skizzo” Bonardi at Larione 10 -  Florence (1994/1995)
Mixed by Fabrizio Simoncioni al Larione 10 - Florence (1996)
Mastered by Antonio Baglio al Profile Studio - Milan (1996)

Music by V.M.18
Lyrics by Fabrizio Paglia

Stagioni Diverse

Alvin and the Chipmunks play Blondie on a 16 speed turntable

Call Me

https://machinegirl.bandcamp.com/album/because-im-young-arrogant-and-hate-everything-you-stand-for

Machine Girl - ATHOTH A GO!! GO!!!

Wild Alien Baby

Tumblr: http://samurairobotics.tumblr.com
Instagram: http://Instagram.com/samurairobotics

06 - Mr Nice Guy - Mr. Bungle

𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖘