#ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 - Ring That Bell Machiavel

🐞🐞🐞 ©Bao Lynn 2026. All rights reserved 🐞🐞🐞 You can put whatever images you want to this song. The news is full of them. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time we've heard about scandals around the world. It's been going on for centuries. So what? As long as we only see the scandal and never the victims, this will continue. Again and again. The world is ugly, it disgusts me, so I vomit it out in song and dedicate it to all those who have the courage to survive the jackals. 🐞🐞🐞 ©Bao Lynn 2026. All rights reserved 🐞🐞🐞 Vous mettrez sur cette chanson les images que vous voulez. L’actualité en regorge. Malheureusement, ça n’est pas la première fois qu’on parle de scandales dans le monde entier. Depuis des siècles. Et alors ? 

 Tant qu’à chaque fois on ne verra „que“ le scandale, jamais les victimes, tout cela continuera. Encore et encore. Le monde est moche, ça me révulse, alors je le vomis en chanson et je la dédie à tous ceux qui ont le courage de survivre aux chacals. 🐞🐞🐞 ©Bao Lynn 2026. All rights reserved 🐞🐞🐞 [Verse 1] The rat’s rare flair, a nightmare snare, Scares the prayer, from maidenhair. The hare declares, “Beware despair,” Stares at the girl, and gets nowhere [Verse 2] The tiger’s bite in candle‑light, The boy’s upright, the dress too tight. The kites eye glides through bloody night, Blinding light nobody can hide [Bridge 1] Old sir luxurious, curious, furious, Glorious, odious, always victorious. Mysterious crimes so delirious, Holy? No — wholly injurious. [Chorus] Ring that bell, oh Machiavel, Crush the shells where sinners dwell. Ring that bell, oh bloody well, Please — and send your rear to hell [Verse 3] An ape hides straight behind the gate, Upgrades the weight of fear and fate. The dove sings strait to supplicate, The crowd’s unmoved — they celebrate. [Verse 4] The spider’s play says, “Come and stay,” He pours “okay” through soft delay. The wrists say “no”, the ropes say “stay,” The witness' smile and look away. [Bridge 2] The jackdaw dines above the law, No claw, no flaw, no single scar. He scrawls the check with leather paw, The judge says “sir”, the crowd says “star”. [Chorus] Ring that bell, oh Machiavel, Crush the shells where sinners dwell. Ring that bell, oh bloody well, Please — and send your butt to hell [Bridge 3] Soft velvet hands on iron doors, The eyes implore like silent roars. The judge drowned in polished floors, The band plays on, the crowd ignores. [Chorus final] Ring that bell, oh Machiavel, Crush the shells where sinners dwell. Ring that bell, oh bloody well, Please — and send your ass to hell 🐞🐞🐞 ©Bao Lynn 2026. All rights reserved 🐞🐞🐞