The Devil's Masquerade
(RB's Largest Cllaboration Ever!)
Baron P. Mortuus:
Welcome to the burlesque avenue- glad you
could navigate via gondolas to sip my wine to
sing a line of blues till sunrise & dine on bills
of dollars & pounds astound at my skills
to ground coffee out of a poor man’s labor
worry not your hedonistic charm- my behavior
is ironic- seeing I’m fickle & a hypocritical peer
a sooth seer- I see a future of dreams so dear
I tell you what you want- with a harmonic tongue
a charlatan I make use of smoke, bones, lungs
and concoct a potion- in reality a placebo
but it keeps you mellow, to see the show- hello
and welcome- come to the spectacle of the sage
& behind him pleasure with the stripping masquerade
Tim:
Welcome To A Place
shrouded from the sheepskin that seeps sin, i'm seeing
perceiving the resistance, persistance keeps breathing
reminding me of why i've made others blind to me
designed a seed, to flourish only when it's right for me
disaster's sight's on me, offensively, taking me back
brain racked, and cherry-bombed completely off of the track
retracting back in the shade, my luscious concrete glade
is fine enough, though my feet are rough, still standing still in my grave
this grave decision must be written, i know now the sun is smitten
with anger, for it's day-child, snatched by a stranger and bitten
seeing much stranger days than this, i quickly tightened my fist
left the light to it's plight, and fell back to where i'm not missed
i must admit, i felt pissed, cause even i was forced to orbit
the bright light, sensitive sight, with no way to distort it
implored it, "Helios, Please set me down!", commandeered by my faith
though, the apparition, apparently, viewed me as the wraith
i tasted enough, sat back, and felt the cool ground cuddle my skin
befuddled by the irony, i felt my mind switch from cycle to spin
with no way to end that which never began, shaded
i felt forced to free myself,
in the stripping masquerade finally, belated
Twixn:
Welcome to the Stripping masquerade
where mask are made from the savage taste
left on ur tongue after a bombing trace
-ash half-laced with gun powder and mace
its a strange occurrence this avenue
of the mind, designed to ask you
certain questions seldom respond true
with lap dances and bonded youth
to old single men, hoping not to die alone
or right there, a heart attack postponed
you can be right at home, or as far from it...
depending on your soul and how the drum hits...
some it pounds egos into torn flesh
others are born again, wondering whats next
a strong hand over cheap latex?
undoing strings?
or back here for more dances and that sting
the man inside wishing for more... untrusting
wishing for more than just sex, but love
instead they mend dry blistered lips with blistex
and pack money full to buy more hex's
covering a thin layer over the soul with espestice
Ratz:
.. Welcome to a twisted, black display
of cast away stars in the universe's vast domain!
.. A masquerade; a waltz that never seems to end -
Each perverted step basking in the reverie of sin!
.. The melody ascends - Pasting layers of lies
onto a seemingly blank canvas shading the shy,
sapient mind beneath an eternal blanket of lust!
.. Unknowing victims of desire's extraneous clutch -
Once the curtains raise & the dust settles beneath
the masquerader's trembling feet, Fear assembles the fleet
& prepares to strip you bare of the streams
of the ever-fraudulent viels tearing your dreams!
.. Your first step in the grief filled abyss of conformity -
In the corner, you can find your individual torn & beat!
.. The end of the story's bleak - You continue to waltz
growing accustomed to the mask's fitting facade ..
Cry:
welcome all to my masquerade, find if it's fact for fate
but it's still for men to decide where I'm at today
or where the money's payed... but its truth is dead
pimps don't run the streets, we do it instead
then to fill up their heads, our services bring 'em cash
how much we bring, is just up to this thing and that
they got us feinding crack, so we follow as trash...
knowing - but not knowing where we're wallowing at
crawling to macks, we weaken on every corner
fighting the attacks like we were cleverly born hurt
I'm a whore and a mother, but each side knows one
and on each side, something still seems to grow up
for rent my whoring's just, that dime will get it
and my time is done after they've erected
I'm pathetic, and as my mask never fails to cover
on any halloween, my costume would pale to others
Nomad:
Welcome to hell...be amazed, take a look around
Because the fact is that I already hooked you now
So look about - and realize all of the human natures
Get you some ass - because no one's going to save yours
Take tours - get familiar since this is your home now
...try to leave and you'll hear how your bones sound
You're alone, bound - this is where you'll stay eternally
I've yearned to see you scream in pain while you burn for me
I've earned your keep - so enjoy this celebration while it lasts
Because hell begins when we're done and drop this pile of masks
I'll smile and laugh - until the next forbidden soul joins us
Then the stripping masquerade begins again to coin lust
Forget about your skin...it will be burned to black and red
Forget about your face...it will be covered with tracks of death
Forget about your heart...it will rust and weather
Forget about your life...it will rot in hell forever
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