Rob The Viking - Inception lyrics

[Verse 1: Mad Child] Welcome to the doomsday parade Sittin' in my room, cartoon shades of grey I am an immortal, walkin' through a porthole Warped soul, I am colder than the North Pole Hallucinations, disturbing and violent My heart pump poison on anthrax island They'll try to cover up our legacy So we remain the darkest poets you will ever see A fine line between genius and insanity I walk between the spirit world and humanity A fine line between a hero and a vaudevillian For me no in between it's zero or a million Dark and demented, art that's inventive Eccentric, vain, he'll be insane eventually Pay attention, ten thousand henchmen My warriors are waiting for divine intervention [Hook: Mad Child] Follow my lead and walk towards the light It is I who encompa**es doom, consuming fright Still ride through the fire on a horse I'll rip with the hippest trip wire force [Hook: Prevail] I'm bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker Eatin' up the world, acre by acre There's no limits to the music we can make Too broad for some horizons when I rise like landscape [Verse 2: Prevail] Refute advances from the lands of Saint Augustine Mansions dilapidated, stanchions are waterlogged Aquatic monologue, aquamarine, C4 Green camouflage, spreads through the air waves Stay close behind me, the navigation's treacherous Swallow this vaccine and hope they don't come back for us Back is porous, crimson tides, hand crafted vegetables Cryogenic freeze leaves seeds, plants and animals Bereaved families grieve, leave the grave botanicals My name sake's engraved on cave walls of the Neanderthals Crystalline webbing falls, entrapping all, snapping jaws Hoist 'em like a joist to the bleeding ground feeding hall Moisture in the decks planks warps how the boat sails Warp speed, force feed those who ride my coat tail Ride by night like a Templar Knight to find the Holy Grail Blinded by my faith, my aerospace will make you read in braille [Hook] [Verse 3: Prevail] Surface to air, emergency flare Battleaxe Warriors, man of the Clan of the Cave Bear Shakespeare, Robespierre and T.S. Elliott Imagination, Tolkien, hover like a Carrion Landspeed prey, no MPH, can't out run my aerial imperial frame So down in flames they go, the rap Red Baron Prepare for Diablo and his half dead harem [Verse 4: Mad Child] Barbed wire fences to guard my senses A dark mind's vengeance, my art might cleanse it You don't want it, when three minds haunt it Little bad wolf wearing a bonnet, slightly daunted We will chase you through the forest once we lure you from the village We're here to maim and pillage, buckets filling from blood spillage We are k**ing with compa**ion not even in our spectrum Lyrics are electric at a picnic drinkin' redrum [Hook]