Вершы: Mr. Bungle. California. Retrovertigo.

Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight

Time-machine
And a cynic at best
While I'm dulled by excess
My art imitates crime
The allies
Paid for by
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
Retrovertigo

Every famine virtual

With conviction
A tribute to false memories
Cheap imitation

Post-ironic
Is it fashion or disease?
Remains a mouth to feed
To your blight
And you'll eat
Sell the rights
See the vintage robot wearied

Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo