Kyd - 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