Fortune’s Fools – Mister! Mister! | Dark Fantasy Symphonic Metal

Mister! Mister! is a dwarven industrial symphonic metal song from Fortune’s Fools, telling the story of Mister — a brilliant inventor, teacher and compulsive fixer whose impossible luck finally became catastrophe. For years, his machines failed upward. Until one mistake destroyed the mountain, the workshop, his students and everyone he loved. Now he wanders from town to town, still building, still fixing, still trying to repair the one thing that cannot be repaired. And somewhere in the machinery, he still hears it: “Pull the lever.” From the album One More Chair. Listen to Fortune’s Fools on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0rxDf... Fortune’s Fools is AI-assisted. The lyrics, characters, stories, worldbuilding, themes and creative direction are written and shaped by me. Not healed. Not redeemed. No longer alone. LYRICS — MISTER! MISTER! Six-foot dwarf beneath the stone Far too large to fit at home Grease-stained beard, forge fire grin Lunch in one hand, fuse-pin tucked in Students gathered every day Just to watch what he'd create Cannons taller than the gates Mortars built from scraps and plates Trips on anvils, burns the plans Explains explosions waving hands Always hungry, always late Still somehow in fortune's grace Every failure sparked applause Every flaw became a cause Every blast that should have failed Somehow landed, somehow sailed Cannons crooked, shells misread Lucky chaos forged ahead Students cheering through the smoke That was planned Mister laughed Pull the lever Burnt the notes? Grabbed a stout Eat first Work it out Mister! Mister! Artillery master! Fast fuse! Bad news! Disaster! Disaster! Smoke and thunder! Fire and steel! Half his victories don't feel real! Mister! Mister! Forgefire teacher! Lucky bastard! Mountain preacher! Wrong blueprints! Still worked out! Pull the lever One grand design beneath the stone Built to guard the mountain home Bigger barrels, tighter seams Powered by impossible dreams Maps and measurements filled the walls Equations stretched through forge-lit halls Every chamber twice refined Every weakness redesigned Students watched with widened eyes Certain they were watching genius Mister started thinking so And that was where the trouble grew Lunch gone cold, three nights awake Certain this would change their fate Every test improved the range Every success fed the change No more accidents No more luck No more guessing No more shrug Trips on cables, swears he's fine Adds more powder, redraws the line Needs more force One last tweak Students hesitated Mister grinned Pull the lever Mister! Mister! Artillery master! Fast fuse! Bad news! Disaster! Disaster! Smoke and thunder! Fire and steel! Starting to think his luck was skill! Mister! Mister! Forge fire teacher! Bigger ego! Shorter feature! One last blueprint! One last shout! Mister Stand back I've worked this out! Pull the lever One final chamber One final load One final gamble Bought and sold Students watching Forgefires bright Mister grinning This works tonight Pull the lever Pressure screamed Half a second Nothing Relief Then Stone split open Iron flew Fire tore the mountain through Workshop buried Mountain torn Silence where his world was born No ricochet No lucky save No laughing off another grave No woops No meal No second try Only smoke And the sound Of knowing why His students His kin His mountain home Gone Not enemy steel Not fate Not war His hands His plans His need for One little more Now he wanders far from stone Too damn tall, too damn alone Toolbelt heavy, stomach loud Sleeping under artillery clouds Village walls and border towns Pay him coin to stick around Bandits vanish Monsters fall His inventions still work after all Builds new weapons, swears they're clean Safer than they've ever been Checks the powder Checks again Then a third time Just in case Trips Misfires Wrong shell route Enemy dead Mister Worked out Campfires fade and mornings break Sleep is harder now to take Every blast recalls the sound Of the mountain coming down In the ringing of the steel In the thunder of the wheel Still he hears it Soft and clear Pull the fucking lever In his ear One more blueprint One more fix One more desperate engineering trick Trying to weld shut what he broke Smoke repairing older smoke Mister! Mister! Artillery master! Fast fuse! Bad news! Disaster! Disaster! Smoke and thunder! Fire and shame! Luck still calling out his name! Mister! Mister! Broken teacher! Forge fire ghost and failed believer! One more blueprint! One more bout! Mister I can still work this out Pull the god damn lever Please pull the fucking lever Mister! Mister! Artillery master! Building fixes! Faster! Faster! Wrong shell! Right kill! Victory bought Still not enough To undo what he wrought #MisterMister #PullTheLever #DarkFantasyMetal #SymphonicMetal #IndustrialMetal #OneMoreChair