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The story of Nikki, a would-be political radical and heroin addict who is manipulated via a combination of his drug addiction and implied forms of brainwashing to become an assassin of religion and political figures for an anarchist revolution under the enigmatic demagogue Doctor X. Nikki's time with Operation: Mindcrime is first spent in glee, his distaste for what he believed to be a corrupt society justifying to bloodshed. However, upon meeting and making friends with Sister Mary through their work, he begins to doubt his cause, as well as his employer. It isn't until, fearing her a threat to his cult of personality, Doctor X orders her dead that things begin to truly take a tumble, and just when the two agree to flee the organization to start a new life together, Mary dies of mysterious purposes. Our protagonist is driven insane by her death, wrongfully accused for her murder and arrested shortly after, and is promptly placed in a mental hospital sometime afterward. From there, he is left alone, catatonic and plagued by the memories of his rise and his fall with the revolution.
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OPERATION: MINDCRIME
The story of Nikki, a would-be political radical and heroin addict who is manipulated via a combination of his drug addiction and implied forms of brainwashing to become an assassin of religion and political figures for an anarchist revolution under the enigmatic demagogue Doctor X. Nikki's time with Operation: Mindcrime is first spent in glee, his distaste for what he believed to be a corrupt society justifying to bloodshed. However, upon meeting and making friends with Sister Mary through their work, he begins to doubt his cause, as well as his employer. It isn't until, fearing her a threat to his cult of personality, Doctor X orders her dead that things begin to truly take a tumble, and just when the two agree to flee the organization to start a new life together, Mary dies of mysterious purposes. Our protagonist is driven insane by her death, wrongfully accused for her murder and arrested shortly after, and is promptly placed in a mental hospital sometime afterward. From there, he is left alone, catatonic and plagued by the memories of his rise and his fall with the revolution.
[attr="class","rockopera"]I REMEMBER NOW [attr="class","rockopera2"]MINI-PROFILE REMODEL [attr="class","rockopera3"]Telephone, please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please. Dr. Blaire, Dr. Blaire, Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J. Hamilton. It's ten minutes passed curfew - why are you still up? (In other news, the bizarre murders of political and religious leaders that have shocked this city over the last month seem to have ended as suddenly as they began. No terrorist group has come forth claiming responsibility for the slaying, but police have a suspect in custody under observation at the state hospital. His identity is being withheld, ending further investigation. Sports and weather next.) Hello? Hello? Oh, perhaps you need another shot. There, that should do it! Sweet dreams... you monster. ... I remember now. I remember how it started. I can't remember yesterday. I just remember doing what they told me. | [attr="class","rockopera"]ANARCHY-X [attr="class","rockopera2"]INFO CENTER REMODEL [attr="class","rockopera3"] | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]REVOLUTION CALLING [attr="class","rockopera2"]APPLICATION TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]For a price, I'd do about anything except pull the trigger. For that, I'd need a pretty good cause. Then I heard of Doctor X, the man with a cure. Just watch the television; yeah, you'll see there's somethin' goin' on. Got no love for politicians or that crazy scene in D.C. It's just a power-mad town. But the time is ripe for changes - there's a growin' feeling that takin' a chance on a new kind of vision is due. I used to trust the media to tell me the truth, tell us the truth. But now, I've seen the pay-offs everywhere I look. Who do you trust when everyone's a crook? Revolution calling, revolution calling, revolution calling you! There's a revolution calling, revolution calling! Gotta make a change, gotta push, gotta push it on through![break][break] When I'm tired of all this garbage they keep selling me on T.V. about the Communist plan. And all these shady preachers are beggin' for my cash. Swiss bank accounts while givin' their secretaries the slam. They're all in penthouses now, or Playboy magazine - million dollar stories to tell. I guess Warhol wasn't wrong, fame fifteen minutes long: everybody's usin' everybody, makin' the sale. I used to think that only America's way, way was right. But now the holy dollar rules everybody's lives. Gotta make a million, doesn't matter who dies. Revolution calling, revolution calling, revolution calling you! There's a revolution calling, revolution calling! Gotta make a change, gotta push, gotta push it on through![break][break] I used to trust the media to tell me the truth, tell us the truth. But now, I've seen the pay-offs everywhere I look. Who do you trust when everyone's a crook? Revolution calling, revolution calling, revolution calling you! There's a revolution calling, revolution calling! Gotta make a change, gotta push, gotta push it on through! There's somethin' goin' on! There's a revolution! There's a revolution! | [attr="class","rockopera"]OPERATION: MINDCRIME [attr="class","rockopera2"]SITE NECESSITIES TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]it just takes a minute and you'll feel no pain. gotta make somethin' of your life, boy - give me one more vein. you've come to see the doctor 'cause he'll show you the cure. i'm gonna take away the questions, yeah, i'm gonna make you sure. a hitman for the order when you couldn't go to school; had a skinjob for a hairdue. yeah, you looked pretty cool. had a habit of doin' mainline, watch the dragon burn. no regrets, you've got no goals, nothin' more to learn. now, i know you won't refuse because we've got so much to do, and you've got nothin' more to lose. so take this number and welcome to operation: mindcrime. we're an underground revolution workin' overtime. operation: mindcrime. there's a job for you in the system, boy, with nothing to sign.[break][break] hey, nikki, you know everything that there is to do. here's a gun: take it home, wait by the phone. we'll send someone over to bring you what you need. you're a one man death machine - make this city bleed. now, i know you won't refuse because we've got so much to do, and you've got nothin' more to lose. so take this number and welcome to operation: mindcrime. we're an underground revolution workin' overtime. operation: mindcrime. there's a job for you in the system, boy, with nothin' to sign. operation: mindcrime. we're an underground revolution workin' overtime. operation: mindcrime. if you've come to see the doctor, yeah, he'll give you the cure. operation: mindcrime. make somethin' of your life, boy, let me into your mind. operation: mindcrime. there's a job for you in the system, boy, with nothin' to sign. | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]SPEAK [attr="class","rockopera2"]PLOT REPLY TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]oh, they've given me a mission. i don't really know the game, yet i'm bent on submission. religion is to blame. well, i'm the new messiah: death angel with a gun. dangerous in my silence, deadly to my cause. speak to me the pain you feel. speak the word: the word is all of us.[break][break] i've given my life to become what i am. to preach the new beginning, to make you understand: to reach some point of order, utopia in mind, you've got to learn to sacrifice, to leave what's now behind. speak to me the pain you feel. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak the word: the word is all of us.[break][break] seven years of power, the corporation claw. the rich control the government, the media, the law. to make some kind of difference, and everyone must know: eradicate the fascists. revolution will grow. the system we learn says we're equal under law, but the streets are reality: the weak and poor will fall. let's tip the power balance and tear down their crown. educate the masses. we'll burn the white house down. speak to me the pain you feel. speak to me the pain you feel. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak the word: the word is all of us. speak! | [attr="class","rockopera"]SPREADING THE DISEASE [attr="class","rockopera2"]JOURNAL ENTRY TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]She always brings me what I need. Without, I beg and sweat and bleed. When we're alone at night, waiting for the call, she feeds my skin. Sixteen and on the run from home. Actually, I'm just gonna skip this next part because it's really... um... yeah. Spreading the disease everybody needs, but no one wants to see.[break][break] Father William saved her from the streets. She drank the lifeblood from the Savior's feet. She's Sister Mary now, eyes as cold as ice. Not gonna write this next part, either, woo. Spreading the disease everybody needs, but no one wants to see.[break][break] Religion and bluh are powerplays; manipulate the people for the money they pay. Selling skin, selling God, the numbers look the same on their credit cards. Politicians say "no to drugs" while we pay for wars in South America. Fighting fire with empty words while the banks get fat and the poor stay poor and the rich get rich and the cops get paid to look away as the one percent rules America. Spreading the disease everybody needs, but no one wants to see the way society keeps spreading the disease. | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]THE MISSION [attr="class","rockopera2"]THREAD TRACKER TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]In the wooden chair beside my window, I wear a face born in the falling rain. I talk to shadows from a lonely candle. Recite the phrases from the wall. I can't explain this holy pain. Six days ago my life had taken a tumble; the orders came from high above, they say. A need to use me once again - they've got my number. Further the cause, yes, boy, you know the game. I'll wait here for days longer 'til sister comes to wash my sins away. She is the lady that can ease my sorrows - she brings the only friend that helps me find my way.[break][break] I search the past back to a time when I was younger, a target for the new society. Picked to displace the leaders countering objectives of this new underground reality. Waiting for days longer 'til sister comes to wash my sins away. She is the lady that can ease my sorrows - my love for her will help me find my way. My mission saved the world and I stood proud. My mission changed the world, it turned my life around.[break][break] I look around the room - it's filled with candles, each one a story, but they end the same. I'll hide away in here, the law will never find me. The walls will tell the story of my pain. Waiting for days longer 'til sister comes to wash my sins away. She is the lady that can ease my sorrows - she sets the pace for my delivery of pain. My mission saved the world and I stood proud. My mission changed the world. The underground will rise and save this world. We'll all stand proud. My mission changed the world, changed the world; we'll all stand proud. | [attr="class","rockopera"]SUITE SISTER MARY [attr="class","rockopera2"]BOARD REMODEL [attr="class","rockopera3"]"Kill her. That's all you have to do." "... Kill Mary?" "She's a risk. And get the priest, as well."[break][break] Seven PM, I feel the rain comin' down. My face feels wet, my mind a storm. Flashing lights as people race to find shelter from the pour. Moving silent through the streets - they're mine! ... They're mine. Midnight, she sings praises in the halls to saintly faces - hallowed be their names, she can't recall. Sister Mary, Virgin Mary, silent in her sin. "What are you doing out in the rain?" She feels me. I can taste her breath when she speaks. "I've been waiting for you. Come in!"[break][break] Mary, Mary! Just a girl from the underworld. They made you pay in guilt for you salvation. Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you. You know too much for your own good. Don't offer me faith - I've got all that I need. What we need is trust to keep us both alive, help us make it through the night. I've no more want of any faith. The only peace I've ever known - I close my eyes and you shoot. No, Mary, listen: you've got to pull your strength. From my lips, I pray I feed you well. Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so long for what you gave to everywhere. The priest is cold and dead. On his knees, he fed. From my barrel of death, he turned the Holy Water red. As he died he said, "Thank you." I just watched him bleed.[break][break] Mary, my lady of pain, always alone: blind, you search for the truth. I see myself in you, parallel lines winding at light speed through time. No time to rest yet! We've got to stop his game before madness has the final laugh. Too much bloodshed - we're being used and fed like rats in experiments. No final outcome here, only pain and fear. It's followed us both all our lives. There's one thing left to see: will it be him or me? There's one more candle left to light. Don't turn your back on my disgrace, the blood of Christ can't heal my wounds so deep. The sins of man are all I taste. Can't spit the memory from my mind. I can't cry anymore.[break][break] Mary, my lady of pain, always alone: blind, you search for the truth. I see myself in you, parallel lines winding at light speed through time. You're mine. | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]THE NEEDLE LIES [attr="class","rockopera2"]POKEMON PC TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]I looked back once and all I saw was his face smiling, the needle crying. Walking out of his room with mirrors, afraid I heard him scream, "You'll never get away!" Cold and shaking I crawled down alleys to try and scrape away the tracks that marked me. Slammed my face into walls of concrete and stared - amazed - at the words written on the wall: don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle. It lies. Don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle when it cries, cries your name.[break][break] Wet and raving the needle keeps calling me back to bloody my hands forever. Carved my cure with the blade that left me in scars. Now, every time I'm weak, words scream from my arm. Don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle. It lies. Don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle when it cries, cries your name. Don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle. It lies. Don't ever trust, don't ever trust the needle when it cries, cries your name. | [attr="class","rockopera"]ELECTRIC REQUIEM [attr="class","rockopera2"]VIEW PROFILE REMODEL [attr="class","rockopera3"]"anybody home? ... mary?" even in death, you still look sad. don't leave me! don't leave me here...! i want what you feel, believe me - turn the current on! | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]BREAKING THE SILENCE [attr="class","rockopera2"]PLOTTER TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]they told me to run, but just how far? can I go wearing the black mask of fear? the hate in my eyes always gives me away, the tension building slowly. now i've lost everything i had in you. nothing we shared means a thing without you close to me. i can't live without you. breaking the silence of the night - can't you hear me screaming? lookin' for you in the neon lights. why don't you answer me?[break][break] there's no direction to my stare, no more flame burning in my heart anymore. quiet, i keep it to myself until the sun sets slowly. i hear your voice in the evening rain calling, "nothing will keep us apart, no more lies and fear. there's no end to our story." breaking the silence of the night - can't you hear me screaming? lookin' for you in the neon lights. why don't you answer? i could make all the wrong seem right if you were by my side. i'd gather all the tears you've cried and hide them deep underground.[break][break] can't look back, it's just a waste of time. can't erase this hate from my eyes. breaking the silence of the night - through the streets i'm screaming. looking for you in the neon lights - why won't you answer me? breaking the silence with my cries - can't you hear me screaming? we could make all this wrong seem right, but you'll never answer me. you'll never answer me. | [attr="class","rockopera"]I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE [attr="class","rockopera2"]MISCELLANEOUS TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]I woke on impact, under surveillance from the camera eye searching high and low. The criminal mind found at the scene of the crime, handcuffed and blind - I didn't do it. She said she loved me; I guess I never knew. But do we ever, ever really know? She said she'd need me on the other side, but I knew right then I'd never find her. I don't believe in love. I never have, I never will. I don't believe in love. It's never worth the pain that you feel.[break][break] No more nightmares - I've seen them all. From the day I was born, they've haunted my every move. Every open hand is there to push and shove. No time for love; it doesn't matter. She made a difference. I guess she had a way of makin' every night seem bright as day. Now I walk in shadows, never see the light. She must have lied 'cause she never said goodbye. I don't believe in love. I never have, I never will. I don't believe in love. I'll just pretend she never was real. I don't believe in love. I need to forget her face, I see it still. I don't believe in love. It's never worth the pain that you feel.[break][break] No chance for contact - there's no raise of dead - my only hope is one day I'll forget the pain of knowin' what can never be. With or without love, it's all the same to me. I don't believe in love. I never have, I never will. I don't believe in love. I'll just pretend she never was real. I don't believe in love. I never have, I never will. I don't believe in love. It's never worth the pain that you feel, feel. Pain that you feel, feel. | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]WAITING FOR 22 [attr="class","rockopera2"]FACE CLAIM LIST TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"] | [attr="class","rockopera"]MY EMPTY ROOM [attr="class","rockopera2"]THREAD LIST REMODEL [attr="class","rockopera3"]Empty room today and here I sit. Chalk outline upon the wall: I remember tracing it a thousand times. Overnight she died. Why? ... Why? There's not sleep today, I can't pretend when all my dreams are crimes. I can't stand facing them. Now, who will come to wash away my sins? Clean my room? Fix my meals? Be my friend? | |
[attr="class","rockopera"]EYES OF A STRANGER [attr="class","rockopera2"]POSTING TEMPLATE [attr="class","rockopera3"]"doctor david, telephone please. doctor david, doctor blair, doctor blair, doctor j. hamilton, doctor j. hamilton."[break][break] all alone now except for the memories of what we had and what we knew. every time i try to leave it behind me, i see something that reminds me of you. every night, the dreams return to haunt me: your rosary wrapped around your throat. i lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep. i see your face looking back at me, looking back at me. and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.[break][break] is this all that's left of my life before me? straight jacket memories, sedative highs - no happy ending like they've always promised. there's got to be something left for me. and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare. lies behind my stare.[break][break] how many times must i live this tragedy? how many more lies will they tell me? all i want is the same as everyone. why am i here? and for how long? and i raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger. i've always known that the mirror never lies. people always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.[break][break] "... i remember now." |
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