Lyrics Cells No More - The Stupendium

Cells No More

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!