Laeh sdnuow ruoy ekam nac hctiW rehtoM ,tnanevoc eht ni ereH

[Mr. Bones:]

October 31st, 1822

I was bleeding out underneath an autumn moon (Autumn moon)

He who runs the congregation, he had sealed my doom

Fading me justifiable, attentive attitude

I questioned something that he said I knew to be wrong

Defiance only weakening his will to be strong

The anger in his voice as if I cursed the above

Or disrespected someone he admires or even loves

Cast out, let loss, and cut deep (Cut deep)

Death be the rider that gon' come for the weak

Found withered by a witch near a crooked creek

She whispered freezing words to welcome back my disbelief (Disbelief)

Nurtured and taught spells, taught that there's no Hell

And evil lies in the lies of the human cell

I'm held back, but I'm doing well

Power level at omega, I'ma let it swell (Let it swell)

Laeh sdnuow ruoy ekam nac hctiW rehtoM ,tnanevoc eht ni ereH

Pleh dekciw fo dnah dloc ,slleps cigam ,rehtoM hctiW

[Jamie Madrox:]

Love unconditional, bloodletting ritual

Witch Mother, moon's crescent, feel the magics make you well

[The R.O.C.:]

Blank stare into the light of the fire, no desire

Surrender any movement to 'em so it's partially acquired

Through the books containing spells, as the evil only swells

In the darkness of the moon-lit corridor shelves

Old relics from an old life (An old life)

Years before formation of this poltergeist (Poltergeist)

Echoing silence (Silence, silence)

Then I heard a voice speak, said she is the mother of creation

No more sleep makes the follies of the human's tale

Tales believe in this, and you may even smell

The inner workings of the beast (of the beast), cut it from its leash

Cut it at its feet, then behead it and repeat

Health a bit more stronger each day I awake

Watch my intake, she adds more tasks to my plate

Make way for the light which in darkness I awake

In time I'll arise to embrace (To embrace)

[Jamie Madrox:]

Love unconditional, bloodletting ritual

Witch Mother, moon crescent, feel the magic make you well

Love unconditional, bloodletting ritual

Witch Mother, moon's crescent, feel the magics make you well

[Hektic:]

I remember being torn from the breast of a banshee

Surrounded by a circle of strangers, and they were chanting

Felt like I was stuck on the floor, and I was gasping for more air

Spell castings all I hear

Please help, I hope the end is near

My soul is broke like busted mirrors

I was raised by folk who lust in fear

In a time where there haven't been a cross to bear (To bear)

Blindsided by something out of the shadows

I could breathe again, feeling like maybe I won the battle

I defeated them, or maybe I'm dreaming

I'm in the dungeon of a castle

Once again, I feel my conscious is leaving

Bobbing and weaving in between

When the demons speak and I'm sleeping

Feeling weak and I creep and then struggle back to my feet

And I'm seeing them all complete the circle around of me

And they all want the blood from the freak that's inside of me

[Jamie Madrox:]

Witch Mother, magic spells, cold hand of wicked help

Here in the covenant, Mother Witch can make our wounds heal

Love unconditional, bloodletting ritual

Witch Mother, moon's crescent, feel the magics make you well

Witch Mother, magic spells, cold hand of wicked help

Here in the covenant, Mother Witch can make our wounds heal

Love unconditional, bloodletting ritual

Witch Mother, moon's crescent, feel the magics make you well

No one knows love like a mother, hahahahahaha!

Even if she is the head of the covenant, hahahahahahah!

What a long night you've had

But it's over, or is it?

We have time for just one more tale

A morbid tale of love, hahahahahaha!

We'll see if you can stomach this one until next time

INTRO:

READ ALL ABOUT IT! Biscuit rations to increase by decree of the Masters! Missing baby found in spider’s web!

Well hello there, friend!

I suppose you're here with the Ministry of Accounting and Recounting? Taking the census? Well you've picked a spot alright!

There's no shortage of colourful characters here in the Neath and they all pass through here at the Singing Mandrake.

Let old Harry Teller show you about. There’s a fellow up top by name of Robert Rackett. But these days everyone calls him Honest Bob. I should say you pay him a visit...

VERSE 1: HONEST BOB

Nice to meet you, guvna’, what you want to know?

Trying to keep a track of numbers now we’re dumped here down below?

Fine, come take a look you’ll see – I’m an open book to read

Something took the city then this city really took to me

I’m not a crook or thief – I just do what I got to do

Bloke’s still got to eat - Beef is more than a bob or two

In a ditch and out the picture, London’s withering in walls which are

Far too steep a pitch to climb but steep just makes the tealeaf richer

See it did you? Oh, it takes me back.

Day like any other then became the Day of Wrath

As the monuments were toppled and the cobbles writhed and jostled

And the skies above were gobbled by a raging plague of bats

Stuck down in the Neath

Drowning in disease

Air sticks to your teeth

It’s thick and viscous with the whispers in the breeze

Tried to earn an honest bob

But a bob is just a Robert

And a Robert’s just a robber to a tee

Wasn’t much, but used to run a comfy shop

One half fell down the hole, the till’s still sitting up the top

Now the Masters are in charge, it’s rather dark the things they’ve barred

But every market turns to black as soon as all the lights are off

Portobello sort of fellow shifting stock down Shaftsbury Avenue

Most coppers came a cropper so they stopped the ‘let’s be having you’

Random that they’ve banned them but I have accrued a map or two

And since they took the signs the maps ain’t half collecting value

Counting off the days to die, it’s a solitary life

Can’t help thinking maybe I should cop myself a wife

An Eliza, Nellie, Nancy, here to hold me tight at night

A lady’s tastes is fancy but still coal is twice the price

Oh wouldn’t it be lovely to find a counterpart?

‘Cause I’d do anything to put love’s fire in the hearth

I can cook and I can clean but Neath be damned a man can dream

Sell my soul but I won’t ever fence my heart

CHORUS 1:

Nothing left but crumbs down here in London

Do what must be done to make ends meet

Run in with the blunt end of a truncheon

Closest thing I’ve had to love in weeks

Doesn’t mean a thing whose heights were wuthering

Dumped down in the guttering, nouveau-riche

Who you was before London went tumbling

Doesn’t matter squat to who you’ll be

NARRATION 2:

Now this here is one Miss Cassi Haversham... Life of the party and pulls a darned sight more than pints. Anybody who didn’t lose everything lost something during the fall. But I should say they might have found a good deal more than they left behind...

VERSE 2: CASSIE HAVERSHAM (VJ or Ouija Macc)

Way up on the surface, chap by name of Clyde

Clerking for a firm of vermin purely to provide

For a wife who never liked him, every day was made to hide

The other person, soft but certain, that resided deep inside

Some may cast an eye but darling why should I?

Be the prim and proper office boy for every passer-by?

I give us a year, maybe two, if we’re lucky then a few

But the former me embraced the chance to die

Clyde can take a backseat, Cassi’s turn to drive

Who can say on any day who gets the reins? Enjoy the ride!

Now when it comes to who I am I wear the trousers (or I don’t)

Oh, darlin’ won’t you see that London’s at its best de-gentrified?

I gave love a go, nothing short of woe

What’s the sense repeating empty feelings stuck below?

The high and mighty in the sky might find me

Wildly improprietous but in a hole well how are they gonna’ know?

Done with companionship, hassle it brings

Don’t need the baggage that’s strapped to a ring

I’ll take the packages, lay off the strings

‘Cause when they aren’t attached it’s my favourite thing

There are devils in the streets

What’s an extra in the sheets?

Either way you’ll be beneath, so take a fling

There’s a sorry looking pantry and the kitchen’s on the brink

And I’m worried that they’ll catch the taste of river in the drinks

Not a sausage from Her Maj’, it’s like the riddle of the Sphynx

Why she’s holed up in her palace as her kingdom ever sinks?

Hard to pay the rent at all when plagued by the nonsensical

Daily an acquaintance twixt strange and the unmentionables

Who can blame a dame in situations unconventional?

Basement full of tentacles but waiting on a gent to call

Or lady friend or several to get me through the nights

To place me on a pedestal and set to seeing me right

It pays to be quite flexible and truly, who am I?

To cater to convention and eschew these new delights?

If you came for documenting, tick whatever box you like

You’ve got Pages full of questions but I left my lot behind

They’re praying for ascension but this bird ain’t keen to flight

It’s a shame it took descent into the depths to see the light

CHORUS 2:

Nothing much for fun down here in London

Trot along the Thames, admire the views

Stumble in and pass our evenings drunken

Till the day the pubs run out of booze

Sorry that we’re out of grouse for Luncheon

Suckle on your husk of crusted bread

Hunger does a number down in London

Watch you’ll get a darker taste instead

Alright, alright, settle down you horrible lot! Settle down! Incorrigible the lot of ya!

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NARRATION 3:

See that gentleman in the corner..? Yeah, The fancy sort? That is a Mister Byron Brimstone. Comes by on occasion, just watches folk, nary a word. But I’d wager your Ministry getup might just get his attention... Go and see if he’ll indulge you…

VERSE 3: BYRON BRIMSTONE (ESHAM)

How quaint it is, are you the one they’ve sent to take a name?

I’d say it if I could, but I might set the place aflame

Metaphorically of course, you see I’ve rather gained a fame

From Claridges's to Harrods , well, their charred, decayed remains

I’m a landed man of standing known in every club still standing

From the Abbey to the Strand you’ll find my calendar demanding

I’m a wit of high precision and my manners are enchanting

As befitting my position as a real and human man-thing.

Tell me friend, have you heard the call to peep behind the veil?

Tell me friend, do you hear the shadows sing?

Tell me friend, do you think one day the demons might prevail?

Tell me friend, do you believe in such a thing?

I’m an academic sport, quite despite my fine rapport

See, my friend you’re not the only one compiling a report

Whilst the others at my station may not share my fascination

Rest assured my occupation is the normal mortal sort

You’re a fascinating species (of which I am too of course)

Blessed with soul so thick and treacly I could easily have it corked

In the ceaseless stream of freakery the underneath has wrought

It’s not beast, the deep or bleak, but speak of love you seem to squawk

Are your eyes not newly opened to this paradise you’ve found?

This dark, arcane arcadia encaved beneath the ground?

Where death as but a wheel within a wheel, spins ever-round

Upon a mortal coil – a spring the likes of we have never wound?

You’re a cast of fools and bastards so disastrously inclined

Though far more entertaining than the vast lot of my kind

So feeble, weak and plebian, and yet you pique the mind

Companions are beneath me, or perhaps they’re ill-defined?

You know the higher folds can tire, observing from above?

Chance your wholesome little doldrum might just serve a spot of buzz?

When it comes to baring souls I tend to keep things bottled up

But perchance it may be droll to take a stroll amongst the rough

Go on, toddle on… I’ll be seeing you…

BRIDGE:

Every worried soul in this sorry hole

Lost, forgotten and with all tomorrows stole

Dead and buried but the dead are very

much aware of it and hell, they’ve paid a horrid toll

How’d we come to be? Down here underneath?

Doubt we’ll ever feel the sun upon our cheeks

Never see another summer but we’ve one another

Lust or comfort, love or some relief

Someone to hold me tightly

Someone to treat me rightly

Someone to come shun the ennui and the boredom

With one to hold me closely

Nights mightn’t be so lonely

Stranded helpless in the dark and reaching for them

London town laid to rest underground

But yet still deeper down are we

Falling, falling, falling, falling

VERSE 4: MR PAGES

See them scurry as the rat within the maze

Puzzulary and yet how they fascitate!

Insignifiportant if cacophocordant

Hunting for a heart to cherisffectionate

Could they only see serendestiny

Death and broken and dreams, hellish chemistries

Their apocacylsm spawns a clockanism

Requessary beyond their fathometry

Every infatutation

Each glance of gladoration

Toothsome cogs upon our grand enmachinations

Each soul impassionated

Hearts stole or lacerated

Each tale impaled by the quill tip to the Pages

As the ink bleeds how I drink these

Narratary little sips of histories

Every skipped beat now to drip feed

Something buried deep in enigmystery

All ends.

Swords. Pens.

Foretent.

Phenomonition.

Court then

Torment

Love’s bent

Definition

Cold and unprepared, wholly unawares

Chronologging their enhidden love affairs

They’re a currency more potiont underneath

And darker yet beyond that missing sun of theirs

CHORUS 3:

When you’ve had to live your life in London

You feel right at home with skies of grey

Ever since the something took us under

Well, a sky of stone looks quite the same

Happens that your city’s stuck and sunken

Nothing to be done, so step in time

Maybe what you’ll find in Fallen London

Might be more than what you left behind

Ever now the sun’s in down in London

Up’s a bunch of nothing, night and day

Wonder what it was deep down here slumbering

Till it came to take those skies away

Stuck with some involuntary spelunking

And you’ll find the hole’s too deep to climb

But if you should rise from Fallen London,

Maybe think of all you’ll leave behind

Right, that’s it! That’s it everyone, last orders! You reprobates, last orders! Come on, I gotta get me’ beauty sleep!

OUTRO NARRATION:

There you have it my friend, I should say you’ll have filled a fair few forms tonight and no mistake! The sun ought to be out soon. Not that we’ll see the likes of it down here.

Me? Oh, there’s nought remarkable about Harry Teller worth noting down.

Besides, I’ve been dead for a week. I feel alright now though.

Whatcha, trah!

READ ALL ABOUT IT! READ ALL ABOUT IT! Biscuit rations to increase by decree of the Masters! Baby found in spider’s web!

Verse 1: Hopsin]

Open your eyes

I'ma tell you a story, how I manifested this in my Momma's basement

I was complacent, 'till I seen the light and I thought I gotta taste it

See, they didn't know me as the man you know now, I was Hop with the braces

Now I'm the real deal, with the ill will, I'm not with the game, bitch

Little did you know, way before a nigga was popping, all that I can cop was some noodles

Too broke, to ever go out the places that you go

The frugal lifestyle threw me into a new mode

Deadly problems as heavy sumo wrеstlers

It was brutal, begging to get approval

Got mе thinking, ''Shit, am I ever going to get my kudos?"

I couldn't be a quitter, the destination was too close

But I was a loser, no one there for me

Shit, I had the aura of Morty, boy, I was corny, every single whore'd ignore me

Lord, I was horribly damaged, and now it became my fucking origin story (Look at me)

Yeah, nigga, I'm Heath Ledger as Joker

That boy Hop is a beast, never approach him

I'll leave any MC left for the vultures

Act up, nigga, the beef and it'll be over

Word is bond, my verse is born from rainy days, the pen and pad is my first response

I then become a beacon in which the earth revolves

As meditated before you know it the burden is gone

[?], my legacy unfolds, to be John Doe doesn't come with the key on hold

And we all know, there's moments I could be y'all hope

To get you through chaotic dimensions that we all go

And as I fully unload emotions, I feel lost

Get my hopes up for fame was the real cause

It's like I thought getting my hands on a Lambo and how crazy the fans go will heal scars

But I'm still the same old me, same old insecurities, and they won't leave I hear a voice saying, ''Marcus, to make your peace, you got to surrender your ego and pay your fees''

[Chorus]

Pray for me

Pray for me

I said, ''Pray for me''

I'm so exausted for living that way

I just want these things to heal no more pain

[Verse 2: KANGFRVR]

Let me tell you a story, about how I built an empire from ideation

I ain't need no persuasion, just a pen and a pad with my ideas racing

I remember them days when I thought negative friends were my permanent placement

But they didn't embrace me, so I severed the ties and got back to the basics

[Verse 3: Renzell Roque]

Well, way to be optimistic, we made it all this way without a pot to piss in

All the ones that told us we should stop, we ditched them

Karma a bitch, you all should have stopped and listen

Day one homies was the same ones phony, now we get them in the drive thru washing dishes

Cancel culture got the people mad sadistic

Bad bandit business, we done went from rags to riches

All that bullshit for the birds, you only as good as your word

That's why I own all of my masters, Is motion on all of my verve

All my opponents discouraged

In case they're on fire, though work is for hire, the word is inspiring

My [?], friends don't go slide every time like it's down to the wire, cause I ain't got nowhere to hide

[Verse 4: KANGFRVR]

Full clip on my intellect tech with extendo, forget what these niggas expect

Thinking that I end up like my daddy at best, my ascension is imperative and evident, yes

Start a war can get your spirits in checks, slap the bitch out you niggas

Snap ya ligaments next

Let my door down, that's infinite stress

So I won't let you drown, we the only ones left, look

All the cries when I begged and I pleaded

Fell on death and fears when my wounds started bleeding

Ran out of reasons to live, I realized in the end that our friendship was all that I needed

[Verse 5: Renzell Roque]

[?] cold showers

Couldn't throw in the towel, I'm no coward

Slow problems, all the blood, sweat and tears

And as I stand with my peers, the globe's ours

[Chorus]

Pray for me

Pray for me

I said, ''Pray for me''

I'm so exausted for living that way

I just want these things to heal no more pain

[Outro: Hopsin]

Just to find myself again, during low tides, I'm compelled to win (I have to)

I looked in the eyes of God and his face, I held my sins (Oh, no)

Told him, ''Don't mind the blood on my hands, I swear it's self-defense'' (He laughed)

But he knew I was lying, deep in my heart I felt revenge