Bohemian Rhapsody / Vertical Beta 461
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me! So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby! Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here (Ooh) (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 11, 2026
[Lyrics by Thomas Giles Rogers] The inner thrust jolts the body into this colony. Invention upon invention, swaying to the movement of our ticking grip. This lunacy tagged our story⦠a dreadful play entangled in our deepest fears. To watch it play out amongst our darkest ideas. Every time. "Never stops," he says⦠Never will he stop. Upright position and ready for this sense of reality to melt. Distrust reality into a gleaming sphere of pointless thought. Melt/Meld/Melt Thoughts chill to the core. To watch it all unfold. Driving force within can claim all of us again. To watch it all unfold. The speech upon the night claims everything in sight. Grin away⦠Our crops watch below as we float by with a gas-like stench. Asleep in their beds while our bodies contort around our pointless possessions. They didn't save us. We put our trust and comfort into this lonely state of greed. Alone. Alone with them all⦠the scarecrows overhead. Keeping watch as our spines dance down on the sleeping slogans. Stay intrigued. Crush this concept, create the maze. Eyes upon Is Eyes upon Is Eyes upon Is Upright position and ready for this sense of reality. Melt. Meld Distrust reality⦠refuse reality
Submitted by johnmansley — Dec 18, 2025