Rammstein Music Video Stories

Mein Teil

    Frau Schneider sat in place, impressed by what his little pets would when put in a room with nothing to do except make a fool of yourself and use your imagination. He was especially interested in watching his Ollie, who seemed to be having the same kind of seizure like trance as Paul. Till seemed to imagine someone giving him a blowjob. It looked a lot like Flake, but one could never be sure. Richard was fighting with himself, even though what he originally saw was just his reflection. Flake seemed to be going crazy, and trying to dance. Schneider wasn't one to make fun of others unlike the others, but it was hilarious. Still, he kept his womanly composure and ate these disgusting things he happened to have. It was all he had though, and he was hungry. He read the little note inside the box.

    For when you're hungry eat these
    But beware the cost of eating he's
    For what you eat is a meat
    But what a meat it is to eat
    Enjoy a teste or two
    Human parts are such a thrill
    Perhaps you're eating
    Mein Teil

    Schneider's eyes widened at this and he choked, vomiting up what he had just consumed. He had no idea these were human testicles. He felt disgusted at this, and questioned why anyone would sell theses kinds of things in the market. Didn't anybody know about this or feel disturbed? He stood up and tried to get the rest out of his system, forcing fingers down his throat to get them out. That was the last time he ever shopped at a unique looking farmers market. He narrowed his eye brows and looked over at the men in their separate rooms. Till was eating the feathers off of the person he imagined, so perhaps he wasn't alone in being cannibalistic today.
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Richard hated it, for whatever reason. The way he had stared back at himself in the mirror, he wanted to punch it. But his dream had become reality, the reflection had really materialized into a duplication of himself, which came out to attack him. Why had Schneider suggested they stay in a place like this for a day? It seemed whatever you imagined came into reality. Either that or they were all high, that could be the case too. He fought with himself though, angry. He couldn't help himself, but it felt...weird. Why was he so angry with himself? He was the illustrious Richard Z. Kruspe, and he found it unbelievable he'd ever want to mess up his good looks. But punching the duplicate beneath him made him feel good for some reason, almost as if he was giving one side of him a rude awakening he had not yet learnt. He continued fighting with himself, fighting with an illusion that felt weird, and started struggling. The illusion had gotten to him.
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Flake didn't care that everyone made fun of him for it, he liked dancing, he wanted to dance, but found he never could. He always made a fool of himself during Weißes Fleisch dancing like an idiot on stage and other times he tried doing so. So he sat down and imagined something. He imagined that there were dancing shoes on his feet and boom. Tight they were, and golden tied, but they were right. He stood up, with the help of a railing (where it came from, Flake had no idea), and started dancing. God, he was a bad dancer, but he felt passionate, even being bad at it. Remembering the other five making fun of his dance skills made him dance more passionately, pridefully. A secret passion of his, despite being bad at it. He laughed despite himself, and looked up into the light as his glasses fogged up, repeatedly slapping his hand down on his leg almost the same way that Till pounded his knees during a concert.
    "I'm a terrible dancer!" Flake shouted hysterically, laughing. He reached his hands out and pretended to be play a keyboard while he slid down the black ramp. He didn't know why all the sudden he was going crazy, but he was. And it felt fantastic for whatever reason. His mouth dropped open wide, and he made a hissing noise as he continued to twist and turn in dance to music that was not playing.
    "IT'SSSSSSSSS TIME FOR A FLAKE DANCE! A SERVING OF YOUR EVERYDAY FLAKE DANCE FROM YOUR LOCAL RAMMSTEIN MERCHANDISE STORE!!!!" Flake screamed, laughing hysterically and maniacally afterwards. Screams and laughter that sent shivers down the spines of the other Rammstein members, surprised that they could hear it in the other rooms. He was really going crazy....or perhaps he was just high. It wasn't clear anymore.
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