The Yellow Tapes: The Man in the Long Coat
Wormtooth - The Yellow Tapes: The Man in the long Coat
01 - The Man in the Long Coat (feat. Anomie Fatale)
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 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
02 - Control (Poe Cover)
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
03 - No Gods No Masters
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
Aaaah 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.
04 - The House on Thorncrown Road
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
05 - The Pallid Mask
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.
06 - Lying in Wait (A deceiver’s Lament)
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.
07 - Deadly Nightshade (Feat. Brook Pridemore)
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 im 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 or (while) gnashing his teeth, done
Black crown twisted to become
Demon King of the Breach, wut?
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