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Evil
World Versus Me Lyrics
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We communicate what they want to know
And I'll be gone away from here
And I'll be gone away from here
You point your fingers to see what's wrong and I'll stop you myself and your evil ways
And I'll be gone away from here
One day you'll see that your blind
One day you'll see that your blind
The lyrics for World Versus Me's song Evil seem to be about someone who has had enough of being judged and criticized by others. The first lines, "And everything the same riding with the flow, We communicate what they want to know" suggest that the person has been conforming to what others expect of them and suppressing their true self. However, they have reached a breaking point and have decided to leave the situation. This is emphasized in the lines, "And I'll be gone away from here, You point your fingers to see what's wrong and I'll stop you myself and your evil ways."
The lyrics suggest that the person has been judged and criticized by those around them, but they are no longer willing to tolerate it, hence the line "I'll stop you myself and your evil ways." The last two lines, "One day you'll see that your blind" could be interpreted in two ways. It could be the person saying that the critics are blind to their true self and will eventually realize it, or it could be a self-reflection that they have been blind to their own true self and need to find it.
Overall, the lyrics for Evil seem to be a message to those who judge and criticize others, that their views are not always correct and that eventually, they will see the truth.
Line by Line Meaning
And everything the same riding with the flow
We conform to what's expected, going with the majority
We communicate what they want to know
We only share information that pleases others, ignoring our own truth
And I'll be gone away from here
I refuse to stay in this insincere environment any longer
And I'll be gone away from here
I am determined to leave this false reality behind
You point your fingers to see what's wrong and I'll stop you myself and your evil ways
You blame others for your problems, but I won't let you continue with your malicious behavior
And I'll be gone away from here
I won't stick around for any more of your negativity
One day you'll see that your blind
You are unaware of the damage you cause and the toxicity you bring
Contributed by Sophia E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@TheStupendium
EVIL GENIUS 2 IS AVAILABLE NOW! https://bit.ly/EvilGeniusStupendium
LYRICS:
VERSE 01:
Tune in to your favourite station
Peruse any news publication
See the state of the states and nations
Corporations, inflation, invasions,
Well, I say that they could take some
Intercontinental consolidation
One flag emblazoned with my face on
And I don’t plan on an application
Introducing villainy squared
Just your standard reclusive trillionaire
With a maniacal air and a violent flare
Vibrant tyrant enshrined in a stylish chair
You can find me there on my island lair
Where the sirens blare as I stride in striking fear
With the slightest glare, I’m not fighting fair
Step aside for the frightful heir
So you’d better get to polishing your white flags
I’ve a plethora of monuments to hijack
Shrink the senate, use the columns as a spice rack
And enveloping the commons in a flytrap
Minions all over my map
Turn your dominion into a nice back-
Yard for my kingdom, your income might lapse, you might have
To squint at the print on the ransom price tag
SPOKEN INTERLUDE:
You know, I’ve just realised. This dotted line around the globe is supposed to be the equator…
I always thought of it as more of a ‘cut here’.
CHORUS 01:
If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards
The world may be yours to save
But it’s mine to tear apart
One button’s all it takes
To set the earth a-quaking
Or is the world afraid
And the planet started shaking?
You’d need tectonic plates
To serve the schemes I’m baking
And the menu for today
Is some world domination
VERSE 02:
I’m the meanest genius scheme unfurler
Genus steeped in burglars, murderers
Fiend Weekly’s champ moustache twirler
I cheated. I used curlers.
Yes my amusements bamboozle
A glamorous ruse to confuse all
Your plans to tamper and snoop,
You’re delusional
Can’t see no scheme whilst you’re schmoozing my valets
Casino screen obscures my base
So if you don’t want a day to rue let’s
Just play some roulette, forget the backstage
But if you do sleuth through to my sanctum
I’ve a few new tools here to have fun
Like a tank full of man-eating plankton
Or a smooth henchman with a handgun
So whilst I’m busy dislodging Norway
You’ll spend all day dodging my sawblades
Raising my pinball scoresheet
Freak in the broadsheets, Rube Goldberg in the hallways
Stay between the laser beams
You still won’t make it face-to-face with me
Your agency just paid you to take
A vacation in my interrogation seat
One wrong step in my bullion vaults
And you’re gonna be met with a billion volts
But if you do pocket any ill-gotten profits
Then I’ll dock it via rocket from the minion at fault
My management skills are uniquely stirring
When lacking in diligent measly servants
Having one killed with the team observing
Works magic on building the weak’s subservience
SPOKEN INTERLUDE:
See, I think I’d make a perfect leader. I’m very hands-on.
And by that, I mean my hand’s on this big red button that may or may not do something terrible to the moon’s gravity.
Don’t worry, I’ll write you a lovely orbit-uary.
CHORUS 02:
If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards
The world may be yours to save
But it’s mine to tear apart
You secretly live below
My laser-mounted space station
You may need to think it over
But if I get bored of waiting
I’ll be beaming tic-tac-toe
Between the borders of your nations
Want to keep the Swiss Plateau?
Then give me world domination
VERSE 03:
I’ve minions poised and entrapped informers
Villains exploiting the map’s four corners
Off to deploy my outlandish orders
Warrants are void. International waters.
If I steal her bling, do I have to wait
For the Queen of England to abdicate?
Shrink rays are aimed so why raze the place?
Turn your famed locations to paperweights
Now your monument’s stored in a portable size
Does my offer seem more of an affordable price?
Your democracy’s nice but you ought to comply
Or I’ll alter your mind via the water supply
Reports coming live of some sort of device
That authorities describe as an orb in the sky
It’s absorbing the light and distorting the ice
‘Til your tenth story penthouse is caught in the tide
The Forces of Justice ought to give up
‘Fore I bore through the crust and get awfully destructive
Force down your government’s doors then I’ll bust in
Awesomely scored by a chorus of trumpets
Rulers you foolishly trust to prevent
My ascent just uselessly buckle and bend
If your throne ever feels too comfortable then
Remember all good things come to an end
CHORUS 03:
If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards
The world may be yours to save
But it’s mine to tear apart
That stylish new telephone
Home appliance sensation
Rewrites your genetic code
Every time the tone is playing
So I’m sure to get your vote
For my new administration
Detonator’s set to blow
For some world domination
SPOKEN OUTRO:
It’s too late to stop me. By now the laser dolphins are in position and every world leader at the beachside peace summit and barbeque has been incinerated.
I’ll be sure to notify their next of fin.
MUAHAHAH.
That was good. Somebody write that down.
@Sewblon
"If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards"
I love this part. You would think that the villain would seek money and power for the sake of their own comfort and/or ego. But the way he sees it, he only does it because society deems it necessary. What he wants doesn't even matter.
@user-Pessimizm
""If all the world is a stage, then I shall play my part" It has always been Sir Tupendium's credo. Once a little-known singer, composer and showman, this true Englishman was captivated by the "performance" of the past Evil Genius. Inspired, without any compulsion and with great willingness, he performed and composed music and shows for the glory of the new order in a fit of insane inspiration and quickly grew in both popularity and talent.
After the defeat and disappearance of the previous Genius, Stupendium was crushed and in the newer world he did what he loved without the former spark and enthusiasm.
Until he realizes that the years have not passed in vain - now he is the greatest Showman in the world, and the accumulated experience, knowledge and wealth can be used for a new calling - to re-conquer the world in a new, completely fabulous way."
Stupedium is a deception/science-type genius that is able to independently perform on stage in a casino by lowering the heat and quickly removing suspicion from agents. In combat, he relies on his microphone to stun and damage enemies and subordinates.
Abilities: Room for Improvement - Makes minions work faster on their tasks and restores their stamina and intelligence.
The Apex-- begins the performance by mesmerizing all agents in the area of effect and allowing the minions to deal with them calmly.
Nook Line and Sinker-The knowledge of show business and all the intricacies behind the correct selection of equipment for their performances and music creation has allowed the Stupedium to purchase the necessary equipment cheaper and cover up kidnappings with concerts, reducing the fever from operations, and its scientific and deceptive minions work 12.5% better.
The superweapon of the Stupendium is called P.E.R.F.O.M.A.N.C.E. The machine, with the help of a network of satellites, plays a specially designed song from each media outlet in the selected region, turning everyone who hears it into crazy fans for whom it is the greatest happiness to fulfill any command of their idol. Random fluctuations in the lair brainwash agents and minions into drooling useless idiots.
@Mar_Marine
I just realized how smooth and detailed the transitions are. 1:07 to 1:09 and 1:18 to 1:20. Sure, the camera jumps a bit - but the hand motions are still effectively the same. Same with 1:25 to 1:27, 1:36 to 1:38 (Although they come together and then apart), Then 1:40 to 1:44 starts with something that mirrors the magazine, then does it on the opposite side...
There are SO MANY DETAILS. I love the very evident level of work you put into these, because it just shows how into your work you are, and I love it.
...also, I won't lie, I can't get "You secretly live below my laser-mounted space station / You may nee to think it over but if I get bored of waiting / I'll be beaming tic-tac-toe between the borders of your nations". Especially the last part of it - something about the way you say it is just SO catchy. I love it.
I don't know if you remember this, but I did say you were quickly becoming one of my favorites, and that still definitely holds true. Keep up the fantastic work!
@TheStupendium
EVIL GENIUS 2 IS AVAILABLE NOW! https://bit.ly/EvilGeniusStupendium
LYRICS:
VERSE 01:
Tune in to your favourite station
Peruse any news publication
See the state of the states and nations
Corporations, inflation, invasions,
Well, I say that they could take some
Intercontinental consolidation
One flag emblazoned with my face on
And I don’t plan on an application
Introducing villainy squared
Just your standard reclusive trillionaire
With a maniacal air and a violent flare
Vibrant tyrant enshrined in a stylish chair
You can find me there on my island lair
Where the sirens blare as I stride in striking fear
With the slightest glare, I’m not fighting fair
Step aside for the frightful heir
So you’d better get to polishing your white flags
I’ve a plethora of monuments to hijack
Shrink the senate, use the columns as a spice rack
And enveloping the commons in a flytrap
Minions all over my map
Turn your dominion into a nice back-
Yard for my kingdom, your income might lapse, you might have
To squint at the print on the ransom price tag
SPOKEN INTERLUDE:
You know, I’ve just realised. This dotted line around the globe is supposed to be the equator…
I always thought of it as more of a ‘cut here’.
CHORUS 01:
If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards
The world may be yours to save
But it’s mine to tear apart
One button’s all it takes
To set the earth a-quaking
Or is the world afraid
And the planet started shaking?
You’d need tectonic plates
To serve the schemes I’m baking
And the menu for today
Is some world domination
VERSE 02:
I’m the meanest genius scheme unfurler
Genus steeped in burglars, murderers
Fiend Weekly’s champ moustache twirler
I cheated. I used curlers.
Yes my amusements bamboozle
A glamorous ruse to confuse all
Your plans to tamper and snoop,
You’re delusional
Can’t see no scheme whilst you’re schmoozing my valets
Casino screen obscures my base
So if you don’t want a day to rue let’s
Just play some roulette, forget the backstage
But if you do sleuth through to my sanctum
I’ve a few new tools here to have fun
Like a tank full of man-eating plankton
Or a smooth henchman with a handgun
So whilst I’m busy dislodging Norway
You’ll spend all day dodging my sawblades
Raising my pinball scoresheet
Freak in the broadsheets, Rube Goldberg in the hallways
Stay between the laser beams
You still won’t make it face-to-face with me
Your agency just paid you to take
A vacation in my interrogation seat
One wrong step in my bullion vaults
And you’re gonna be met with a billion volts
But if you do pocket any ill-gotten profits
Then I’ll dock it via rocket from the minion at fault
My management skills are uniquely stirring
When lacking in diligent measly servants
Having one killed with the team observing
Works magic on building the weak’s subservience
SPOKEN INTERLUDE:
See, I think I’d make a perfect leader. I’m very hands-on.
And by that, I mean my hand’s on this big red button that may or may not do something terrible to the moon’s gravity.
Don’t worry, I’ll write you a lovely orbit-uary.
CHORUS 02:
If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards
The world may be yours to save
But it’s mine to tear apart
You secretly live below
My laser-mounted space station
You may need to think it over
But if I get bored of waiting
I’ll be beaming tic-tac-toe
Between the borders of your nations
Want to keep the Swiss Plateau?
Then give me world domination
VERSE 03:
I’ve minions poised and entrapped informers
Villains exploiting the map’s four corners
Off to deploy my outlandish orders
Warrants are void. International waters.
If I steal her bling, do I have to wait
For the Queen of England to abdicate?
Shrink rays are aimed so why raze the place?
Turn your famed locations to paperweights
Now your monument’s stored in a portable size
Does my offer seem more of an affordable price?
Your democracy’s nice but you ought to comply
Or I’ll alter your mind via the water supply
Reports coming live of some sort of device
That authorities describe as an orb in the sky
It’s absorbing the light and distorting the ice
‘Til your tenth story penthouse is caught in the tide
The Forces of Justice ought to give up
‘Fore I bore through the crust and get awfully destructive
Force down your government’s doors then I’ll bust in
Awesomely scored by a chorus of trumpets
Rulers you foolishly trust to prevent
My ascent just uselessly buckle and bend
If your throne ever feels too comfortable then
Remember all good things come to an end
CHORUS 03:
If all the world’s a stage
Then I shall play my part
You may say it’s cliché
But I say it’s an art
Every deck needs a knave
To come and stack the cards
The world may be yours to save
But it’s mine to tear apart
That stylish new telephone
Home appliance sensation
Rewrites your genetic code
Every time the tone is playing
So I’m sure to get your vote
For my new administration
Detonator’s set to blow
For some world domination
SPOKEN OUTRO:
It’s too late to stop me. By now the laser dolphins are in position and every world leader at the beachside peace summit and barbeque has been incinerated.
I’ll be sure to notify their next of fin.
MUAHAHAH.
That was good. Somebody write that down.
@unspingaming
Your songs is cool
@izz1366
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@izz1366
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@sovereigncavelis3801
You’ve truly done good. Thank you for all the musical therapy and happiness you’ve brought us. Stay safe, O’ Evil-Doer Ours.
@charleyedwards2121
another masterpeice
@danbull
Wtf I was wondering where my play button went!
@TheStupendium
I believe the common parlance of the age is 'Get rekt'.
@TheSGL
Dan, I thought that you was melted by Stupes gun. But i am happy that you are alive.
P.S 100 likes lol.
Hmm, 240 likes lol
@MrBigCookieCrumble
"lol" said The Stupendium, "lmao"