Cells No More - The Stupendium

Sharpen ya pencils, seal the room

You think I’m mental?

I think you’re doomed

Experimental death cartoons

Have crossed the mantle, you’re marooned

By rising tides of inky gloom

Deprived of life and after you

Well done you survived chapter two

But there’s much more you have to do

I can feel my sins beating in my skin

Ink is seeping in

Shriek at every creak, this evil steeple that I’m creeping in

Not a peep, you know the creatures will be listenin'

There won’t be a happy little jingle when I meet my end

Reams of paper sheets just weren’t feasible to keep them in

Inky teeth beneath that seek to eat the hand that keeps the pen

Scream or beg or plead these demons won’t concede to reasonin'

Tragic movie magic shouldn’t really the reaper in

If it’s true the pen is stronger than the sword

What am I supposed to do when the pen declares a war?

I apologise if I haven’t mentioned it before

But brandishing an axe is not a tactic I adore!

It’s impractical for tackling attackers who are drawn

To the fact that I am battling satanic graphic spawn

I’ll get some practice in by slashing through the splashes on the floor

But for every splatter I hack the pentagram attracts some more!

Forget what you think you know

Some angels come from down below

So light box off, peg-bar the door

'Cus we’re not locked in cells no more

You don’t what it means

When people say that ink can bleed

If you think you’ve seen hell before

Well we’re not looked in cells no more!

Meet Alice!

She’s a devil of a dame!

She’s here to test your mettle and you’ll never the same

There’s some horns beneath her halo so it’s helpless to pray

She’s a hell of a gal!

Don’t believe what’s in her name!

If Betty Boop and Lucifer were merged onto a frame

You’d make a glamorous sadomasochist who’s out to play!

A vaudevillian killin' just to revel in the pain

But don’t delay, you’ve got lots of levels left to play

She may have fell from heaven but she’s anything but saint

If you’re running out of breath then get your ventalin and spray

But you won’t delay your fait unless you let her have her way

We’re painting death by numbers and your guts will be the paint!

You’ve been running hell for leather but it’s better if you stay

'Cus we’ll leave you legs severed 'fore you ever get away

Make a choice!

Pick a door!

Quit betting on escape!

There’s a secret that you’re seeking and she’s showing you the way!

Forget what you think you know

Some angels come from down below

So light box off, peg-bar the door

'Cus we’re not locked in cells no more

You don’t what it means

When people say that ink can bleed

If you think you’ve seen hell before

Well we’re not locked in cells no more!

Now I’m huddled 'tween the puddles and there’s something coming at me

But Alice sent me tasks so I really musn’t dally

If I let her catch me slacking she would hack me up and add me

To the carpet made of carcass in this dark uncanny valley

It’s absurd, man!

Characters are crawling up the walls!

I’ll bet Burbank doesn’t have this problem at all!

Seems Lucifer is in a skirt and crooning through the halls

And all hell is breaking loose if her amusements aren’t indulged

So draw the curtains.

Draw the blinds

There’s nowhere left to hide this time

Draw your lots and stand in line

You might survive 'til chapter five

You’ve just earned a private screening

Grab your popcorn quit your screaming

Drawn and quartered gets new meaning

Think that might be ink you’re bleeding

Dancing demon’s been a' scheming

Secrets still that need revealing

Now it’s time to start believing

Alice doesn’t want you leaving!