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 1:
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

Verse 3:
A tribute to false memories
With conviction
Cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?
Post-ironic
Remains a mouth to feed

Refrain:
Sell the rights
To your plight
And you’ll eat

Chorus 2:
Now I’m finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo