Paroles de 'Art Of Darkness' par The Stupendium

Boris! Meet your maker! Ah, 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
Doubt one machine here could make it past a regulator

Swear we never had this many levels, where’s the excavator?
What’s so scary ‘bot 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 I would really hate to aggravate her
Boris, don’t you worry, I would never let her separate us
Hold it, where'd you go? Damn, I 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 an 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 secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes 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?
Then 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 to the gods and beheaded by a rod
I’ve some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below

You'll wish you headed for the bread line and never ever meddled-
With a pencil lead and 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 villain 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 pipes 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?
Then 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 fair grounds
To take a little revenge now

Everybody's heard of Bertram 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
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 4
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’ve ink, but no malpractice forms
‘But Henry! You never gave a crap 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 stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes 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?
Then 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 died 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 horseback?
Screw that, deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach