Boris! Meet your maker!

Ah, I′ll tell you later

It seems this scene has us careening down an elevatorMust 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

Told you, where′d you go?

Damn, guess I'd better go and save him

Alice thinks that hacking 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

Hi-ho, it′s off to work we go

Heave-ho! Fisher′s coming, crawling out the sea foam

Giving you the Willie's 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 bread line

Never ever meddled with a pencil lead and bread 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

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 Bertram Piedmont

Because my work pertains a certain frisson

A hurtling free fall, 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? Walter 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 got to 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

Well, I dropped in from the top and now I′ve got to block the

Monsters popping off of Nosferatu's rostrum

Preposterous that after this my Oscar's will be posthumous

I lived for my work, but I died 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