Art Of Darkness The Stupendium

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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