LYRICS
Boris,meet your maker!
...Ahh...I'll tell you later
It seems this scene
Has us careening down an elevator
Must have been dreaming
To think we'd make a clean escape
I doubt that one machine here
Could make it past a regulator
Swear we never had this many levels
Where's the excavator?!
What’s so scary
‘bout a library and a record player?
Thought I’d find the angel
In a basement more dilapidated
This is kinda tasteful
Alice tell me
Who’s your decorator?
I never make a lady wait
I guess you’d say that I’m a player
Angel wants a date
And Ⅰwould really hate to aggravate her
Boris don’t you worry
I would never let her separate us
Hold it
Where’d you go?
DAMN
Guess I’d better go and save him
Alice thinks that hacking up my pal is gonna medicate her
FALLACY!
The treatment that this gal would need is an eraser
RAP against a animator?
Alice get back on your paper
Rhyming on the multiplane
My lyrics work on several layers
If you thought that DEMONS were your problem right now
Well the ANGEL’S on the stage so pipe down
If there are secretes that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine
and ride those pipe down
So you’re on the path of
the starving artist
But at the heart
Well the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece
Get discarded
Start and depart
For the ART of DARKNESS
Out of the
Deep dark depths below
Three ne’er-do-wells
Will avenge their souls
With a spanner and a wrench
And a thirst to quench
Heigh Ho!
It’s off to work we go
Heave Ho!
Fisher’s coming crawling out the sea foam
Giving you the willies
As I’m stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the GODs
And beheaded by a ROD
I’ve some deadly black spots
For the clod who left us below
Should have headed for the bread line
Never ever meddled with a pencil lead an bred lines
Monkey with a wrench might
Thunk you in the head
Henry, can you see the headlines?
Animator dead
By an enemy he designed
There once was an angel
Who swallowed a spider
It wriggled inside her
And out came the striker
Who’d have thought your
silly little villian for the children
Would be killing for your heroine
So let her win
or DIE FIRST
If you thought that DEMONS were your problem right now
Well the ANGEL’S on the stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine
and ride those pipe down
So you’re on the path of
the starving artist
But at the heart
Well the art is heart less
Ever seen a masterpiece
Get discarded
Start and depart
For the ART of DARKNESS
There’s no need to be scared now
It’s all the fun of the fairground
And I would say I’m on fairgrounds
To take a little REVENGE now
Everybody’s heard of Bertrum Piedmont
Because my work pertains a certain frisson
A hurtling freefall , disturbing demons
Are out of season , so must you keep on ?
Are you caught in a spin ?
Wurlitzer shame that your organs and limbs
Will be lost in the ink
Well it’s awfully grim
Did you want to be him
Waltzer better man than you’ve ever been !
It’s a downward spiral
Time you felt a
Little hell up in the helter-skelter
No help or shelter
Board the ride
Don’t you know you’ve got to be
This tall to die
So sing along to the bouncing ball
Wave your flags and
renounce these halls
You may have been sacked from this pantomime
But a pal of mine
Wants you recalled
So march along to the
Count of four
Astound at the scoundrel crowd you’ve drawn
Left stranded and damned
To this mangled form
To abandon us here was an ACT of WAR
It’s laughable to think you’ll bring back the norm
We’re ink
But no malpractice forms
But Henry !
You never gave a cr*p before !
‘til we trapped you down ‘neath the factory floor
Clap along to the rapturous score
Three rounds down and back for more
To FIND THE KEYS in chapter four
Remind me
Where’ve you heard that before ?
If you thought that DEMONS were your problem right now
Well the ANGEL’S on the state so pipe down
If there are secretes that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine
and ride those pipe down
So you’re on the path of
the starving artist
But at the heart
Well the art is heart less
Ever seen a masterpiece
Get discarded ?
Start and depart
For the ART of DARKNESS
Well I dropped in from the top
And now i’ve got to block the
Monsters popping off of Nosferatu’s rostrum
Preposterous !
That after this my Oscars will be posthumous
I lived for my work
But I’d die to stop them
Stationery should be stationary
Shouldn’t talk back
I need a shrink
I’m on the brink
The ink has fought back
Thought that the apocalypse was supposed to live on the horse back
SCREW THAT !
Deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach
That's all folks
Keep dreaming~