Charred Papyrus Lyrics

We've done big trouble in Shaolin

We have to fight

The Jinchuriki, Bijuu, residing in my loins

With each claw scratch, it malfunctions all your toys

Then go void, cutting at every strings attached

Thanos reality, art of war brings fatality

My enemies give off a stench, they need deodorants

That last until there afterlife, cause even then they get no roses

Shadows in your fortress, taking mental notes

Absorbing knowledge and wisdom

Attracts voices from all corners

Having flashbacks, days of Solomon

Giants and sorcerers of different classes

Time machine wormhole, opens

Your pulled in like a roller coaster, stay alert

A surge of endorphin, vertigo you get absorbed in

I morph into some other beings, remain unseen

Majins very clever, telepath to crypt fiends

Pushing boundaries, vacuum leeches stick to my skin

Fangs like syringes sucking the cells oxygen

The penalty for this phantom, in space rifts

Waterbears, dark matter, oddly world with monuments

A sword work a conveyor belt, that leads to other realms

Like planet C-53, also known as Middle yard

The astral pilot seen so far, believe in Mars

You're better off existing, as gold miners, with weakling scars

I rather chill with Peter Parker, and bag some blondes n brunettes

And show off our abilities in scenic parks

Or just go the reapers route

Grab a piggly wiggly, by his toes

And throw him, to a sea of sharks

Another expensive piece of art, with foes in it

Enslavement to a painting of infernals

Your obsolete, pigeon

A ghost locked inside a pixel screen

Begins to seep, into every keystroke

Your brought into a mystery

Why does suffering always lead to more suffering

Must be residency, of foundation robberies

Rodent dead

Shaolin hold