Align the sigils Keep vigil Mind the limelight A lot of spells fizzle If they ain’t quite timed right The spices are bitter The lyrics I wind tight Find myself behind the veil In my wines. Ripe In my cups, Deep, Am I deep enough? Sleep, I've seen enough to keep At least till this beat is up Bleed to the beat Heat it up Find your medium Needle bit between my teeth till I'm seizing up Keep the stitches within my reach Find the need in ya Feed yourself reasons to be; Barely keepin up Seeking out those eager to breathe Rhyme off key enough Keep it on beat, Preach. Let em see the beast in ya Over this hopeless hoax, But it ain't over me We could go ghost for ghost If there's an opening Roasting em over the coals Won't let the ronin sleep Grasping at smoke and ghosts To let the omens speak I let the omens speak I dreamed the Man in the Long Coat The Tower falls, The devil he get's caught Ever had the gall to test Death, Guess not When the emperor calls Even a fool takes stock Spell still raw l draw my Runes in chalk Watch me pivot and similar better stop Riddled with symbols As I Fiddle with the knobs Sit upon the pinnacle Fill the vessel Kill god Can’t kill Sisyphus Still Rolling that rock Awkward holy ghost That's why they quotin me Backwards over notes Chewing Rosaries Harbor no hopes of growth And now I'm Notably Over these cardboard crows Who only quoth the beast Hope the peace inside grows What the hell do I know Grow the beast instead Abandon all hope There's never more than bread and wine In doing fine though. I'm lying if I said I even love what I wrote. But still I killed the man in the long coat. I dreamed the Man in the Long Coat

Don't, you mess, With a little girl's dream. 'Cause she's liable to grow up, Mean. Surprise you to find that I'm laughing? You thought that you'd find me in tears. You thought I'd be crawling, The walls like a tiny mosquito, And trembling in fear. Well, you may be king for the moment, But I am a queen understand, And I've got your pawns and your bishops and, Castles, All inside the palm of my hand. While you were looking the other way, While you had your eyes closed. While you were licking your lips, 'Cause I was miserable. While you were selling your soul. While you were tearing a hole, In me. I was taking control. Now I have taken control. (I have... control...) Now I have taken control. (I have... control...) Now I have taken control. Control… This is beginning to feel good, Watching you squirm in your shoes, A small bead of sweat on your brow, And a growl in your belly, You're scared to let through. You thought you could keep me from loving, You thought you could feed on my soul. But while you were busy destroying my life, What was half in me has become whole. While you were looking the other way, While you had your eyes closed. While you were licking your lips, 'Cause I was miserable. While you were selling your soul. While you were tearing a hole, In me. I was taking control. Now I have taken control. (I have... control...) Now I have taken control. (I have... control...) Now I have taken control. Control... So this is how it feels, To breathe in the summer air. To feel the sand between my toes, And love inside my ear. All those things, you taught me to fear, I've got them in my garden now and, You're not welcome here. Come here. Come a little bit closer... Let me look at you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt it's true, But keep in mind my darling, Not every saint is a fool! (Don't) While you were looking the other way, (you mess) While you had your eyes closed. (with me) While you were licking your lips, 'Cause I was miserable. (Don't) While you were selling your soul (you mess) While you were tearing a hole, In me. (I was taking control) Now I have taken control. (I was taking control) Now I have taken control. (control) Control... (Control) Control... Don't you mess with me

No gods no masters Don't stop till you get what yer after Old frauds and bastards So calm in the face of disaster. No gods no masters. Damascus steel is the blade of the axe. An axe we wield to slash planks from the ash Ashes to ashes and facts is facts No gods no frauds no aftermath After they tell-all that what's past is past You only dodge from the past until it flashes back Never think about God until your gasping the last Who's got the brass to Bring the brass to task? Know that that odd little ghast Could make disaster crack Fashion Keter class pacts with that Basilisk rap Aristocrat still flawed still At it Practice the facade got em past imbalance Mangled and gone fog from the black chalice Got em tangle in gause With this balancing act Better run little rascals the mask is back. No gods no masters don't stop till you get what yer after Old frauds and bastards So calm in the face of disaster. No gods no masters and facts is facts No gods no aftermath Go and tell disaster That the mask is crack Tesseract’s back with that Scorn thicker than thistles and thorns Wars hidden in different forms Sure i’ve fiddled with sigils before Be warned this one’s riddled with swords My core quickly withers before him Yellow cape black crown misery bore him Fellow kings bow down whisper their scorn im- Plore TYK be fickle with your whims Of course little can stay him Be sure Be brittle be patient Stay course lay sigils delay him Retorts and trickery stay Born of similar stations as taxes and death Hordes infinite patience and practice and bet He grows in your skin and he waits in the cracks No Gods No Masters The Mask is back No gods no masters Don't stop till you get what yer after Old frauds and bastards So calm in the face of disaster.

Rickety abandoned no one’s living in there Wicked till the cracks took advantage of sin there Fickle little (likkle) worms on a hook it hadn’t been fair This ain’t gaining traction symptoms of the despair Different Doors, Different dreams Different forces, Different schemes Different warnings, Different teams Different course till fate stays ripping up seams. Of no concern to those therein We await till winter thaws shepherd in spring Of Wormwood falls where no one sings Season of the worm, and the worm is king The worms keep growing till the worms could speak So we learned what they were learned just what worms eat Should’ve kept ‘em in a jar, shoulda killed ‘em in their sleep They were raised by wolves now the worms have teeth Thorncrown Road How do you get to Let me get back to I’ll never get to Thorncrown Road Thorncrown Road

"The Mask Camilla: You, sir, should unmask. Stranger: Indeed? Camilla: Indeed it's time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. Stranger: I wear no mask. Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask! From The King in Yellow: Act 1—Scene 2d. The last thing I recollect with any distinctness was hearing Jack say, “For Heaven’s sake, doctor, what ails him, to wear a face like that?” and I thought of “The King in Yellow” and the Pallid Mask. I was very ill, for the strain of two years which I had endured since that fatal May morning when Geneviève murmured, “I love you, but I think I love Boris best” told on me at last. I had never imagined that it could become more than I could endure. Outwardly tranquil, I had deceived myself. Although the inward battle raged night after night, and I, lying alone in my room, cursed myself for rebellious thoughts unloyal to Boris and unworthy of Geneviève, the morning always brought relief, and I returned to Geneviève and to my dear Boris with a heart washed clean by the tempests of the night. Never in word or deed or thought while with them, had I betrayed my sorrow even to myself. The mask of self-deception was no longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. Night lifted it, laying bare the stifled truth below; but there was no one to see except myself, and when day broke the mask fell back again of its own accord. These thoughts passed through my troubled mind as I lay sick, but they were hopelessly entangled with visions of white creatures, heavy as stone, crawling about in Boris’ basin,—of the wolf's head on the rug, foaming and snapping at Geneviève, who lay smiling beside it. I thought, too, of The King in Yellow wrapt in the fantastic colors of his tattered mantle, and that bitter cry of Cassilda, “Not upon us, oh King, not upon us!” Feverishly I struggled to put it from me, but I saw the lake of Hali, thin and blank, without a ripple or wind to stir it, and I saw the towers of Carcosa behind the moon. Aldebaran, The Hyades, Alar, Hastur, glided through the cloud rifts which fluttered and flapped as they passed like the scolloped tatters of The King in Yellow. "

I am a snake. I am a virus I am vile. I am a wraith I am a fake. I am a liar I am a lion. Lying in wait I am a snake. I am a virus I am vile. I am a wraith I am a fake. I am a liar I am a lion. Lying in wait Never can wait. Never hesitate To speak the wrong words in the wrong place I'm Losing my faith. Losing desire Losing my fire just to stay sane Just to stay fate I grow the pyre I join the choir I show the change I choke with chains I am a coward Till i grow flowers I stoke the flame Shatter his name. Don't give him power Up in his tower never betrayed Yellow king waits just to devour Every last hour till you're dying in shame. I am a snake. I am a virus I am vile. I am a wraith I am a fake. I am a liar I am a lion. Lying in wait I am a snake. I am a virus I am vile. I am a wraith I am a fake. I am a liar I am a lion. Lying in wait I am a snake. I am a virus I am vile. I am a wraith I am a fake. I am a liar I am a lion. Lying in wait I am a snake. I am a virus I am vile. I am a wraith I am a fake. I am a liar I am a lion. Lying in wait

Giving up the plan Don't give a good goddamn, ay Never understand Why they never had a fan, ay Need a rubber band? Think they need a better brand, ay They never been a band, They just banded up to stand straight Lace they product While I sell that belladonna Night shade's daughter Ripe for the slaughter Cauterize the wound While I caught a ride to luna Ought to pride themselves In the awful blind truth, yup Breach bound but I laid my circle Rewound till I found my purpose Decoded my words are worthless Dethroned and beset by Serpents Searching as I Work my magic Hermit but I earned my palace Vermin with a hedge witch status Sermons dipped in dead glitch malice Calouses stitched in my sleeve, yup Galahad shifts in his sleep, yuh Palate is rich in the Breach. Use my ballads as pitch for the beast. What? I ain't got a lot of talents I just got a lot of pain I'm just tryna find a balance I'm just tryna find a stage I'm just tryna find a challenge so the setting might change Blame it on the chalice full of deadly nightshade Got 'em in a trance so the memory might fade Never stood a chance which they might find strange In the Tesseract this is steady decay Let me on a track and I'm deadly nightshade Balance it shifts out of reach Yellow King sits on a throne of disease Put me on the case and you'll never find peace Please, fleas to a beast, cease Got my thoughts tough in the breach, yup While my body falling to pieces Settle your bets for you leave, son Yellow robe on for the season Moth-eaten brain with no reason Smile while gnashing his teeth, done Black crown twisted to become Demon King of the Breach, wut? There's something in the back of my mind When I was young it pretended to be me Used my voice spoke to me in my thoughts Told me I was nothing I feel its gossamer claws behind my eyes daily still I have studied the methods of binding Black ink onto scrap paper This is the incantation This is the ritual Which I use to destroy my foe A warlock Aspiring to those greater works that have shaped me My enemy has tried for years to destroy me and failed It's nagging, its tearing claws Have ripped layers of weakness away Along with these scars that they've left My mind has learned the ways of ink and blood I ain't got a lot of talents I just got a lot of pain I'm just Tryna find a balance I'm just tryna find a stage I'm just Tryna find a challenge so the setting might change Blame it on the chalice full of deadly nightshade I ain't got a lot of talents I just got a lot of pain I'm just Tryna find a balance I'm just tryna find a stage I'm just Tryna find a challenge so the setting might change Blame it on the chalice full of deadly nightshade Now my foe is my familiar It still tears at me But I grin in its face and draw its malice to my pen I will not destroy it I will make its poison my own