The Demons of the Opera Lyrics

Hearing clarions clanging, baron's raging with spite

Narration's in flight, all the hysterics raising in sight

Not scared of burials, but through the varied statements I write

Go beyond the grave, behold my soul, marinated in ice

Conversate with crows that bestowed Eric Draven new life

Launch a zombie plague, rose the ghosts, declare invasions of mics

Holocaust brigade of only those Scott La Rock and Dave all raised

From comatose to tear away at your hype

A sadist, I'm like John Gacy armed with arsenic

Conveying jargon with razor sharpness to grace a page of parchment

Chase and blaze a target, erase the reign of farces

The ray of flames will leave your defamed cabeza charred quick

Departed from neck with swiftness, I'm so reprehensive and bold

Intellect commencing a cold epidemic

Imposed to reflect my penchant for grotesque

Intentions for foes who stepping winsome to poach the rogue

On the deck to score a desert storm

Of metaphors to metamorph

Your flesh to Skeletor with excessive gore

Teleport you pesky hordes of bores quick to heaven's door

No question nor a projection when I suggest that my legend's formed

Author on beats with instincts for grime

Turn your quadriplegics when they link in rhyme (Lincoln Rhyme)

A heap of bones collected for each blink of eyes

Your heathen code of ethics not in sync with mine

I synchronize when ink'll design like it's brink of demise

When succinctly I scribe wise to attain balance

Hijinx, I defy what the shrink'll advise

I get live when the mage Kalos creates magic

Catch wreck tendency is my innate talent

Expressed extensively since I've embraced malice

Set hex, sent to fleas whose brains clouded

Steps exemplary of Arthur Leigh Allen's

The pill popper's paradise prodigal returns

I'm Gil Scott, and Eric Wright and Ozzy converged

Who rock you? Separate prestige from the gossip

You're reaching with the Pravda

We're the demons of the opera

C-Tizzy