The Stupendium - Art of Darkness lyrics

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
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 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
Guess I'd better go and save him
Alice thinks that hackin’ 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?
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 givin' 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 breadline
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?
Start and depart for the art of darkness

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?
Start and depart for the art of darkness

Well, 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 Bertrum Piedmont
Because my work retains a certain frisson
A hurtling freefall, disturbing demons
Are out of season so must you keep on?
Are you caught in a spin?
Well it's a shame that your organs and
Limbs will be lost in the ink
Well, it's awfully grim
Did you want to be him?
Walt's a 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 gotta 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'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?
Start and depart for the art of darkness

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?
Start and depart for the art of darkness

I dropped in from the top and now
I've got to block the
Monsters popping off Nosferatu's rostrum
Preposterous, that after all this
My Oscars will be posthumous
I live 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 horseback screw that
Deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach

That's all folks, keep dreaming