Page 237 – Surrealist Kingdom

[Intro – hushed, sinister] Drip clocks, slit locks, corridors twist, Dali drew nightmares that whisper like mist. [Verse 1] Canvas collapses, cracks scatter across plaster, laughter’s captured in rafters where shadows move faster, fractured patterns of daggers in the glass, a disaster that masters the act of turning prayers into chapters of cancer. Melting time like crime scenes painted in rhyme schemes, fine dreams turning violent when silence becomes a live scream, night gleams on palette knives cutting through psyche seams, striking fiends with visions stitched tight in cinematic pipe dreams. [Verse 2] Vincent with the velvet voice, sinister choice, scriptures in whispers that splinter the innocent toys, critics rejoice while the children absorb the noise, the void deploys decoys dressed as ploys. Haunted mansions, chants in lanterns, actors’ phantoms dance in patterns, laughter shatters plastered rafters, fractured chapters turned to standards, answers scattered but the masters planned this. [Hook – ghostly chant] Surrealist kingdom, crooked cathedral, Colors bleed schemes in the paint of the people. Dreamworld dripping, visions collide, Disney and Dali where shadows reside. [Verse 3] Dali said he’s divine not deranged, but the frame rearranged, stains remain where saints were chained, pages changed to cages where rage sustained, a maze engraved with names enslaved. Brush strokes choke hope, rope smoke rising slow, quotes wrote in red notes, dead ghosts inside the show, every glow hides codes sewn low in overtone, cloaks composed to impose the unknown. [Bridge – frantic, layered rhymes] Flesh flickers, frames fracture, fate figures fall faster, Masters mask disaster, laughter’s rapture captured after. Clock ticks, plot twists, locks clicked in dark scripts, Art drips with sharp lips, spark myths through carcass. [Verse 4] Price like a priest with a feast of grief, his speech leaked deep through the teeth of beasts, each scene preached as a creed for elites, feeding seeds of deceit in the dreams of the meek. Curtains descend with applause and a cheer, but the fear’s engineered, severe and clear, smear the veneer, puppeteer careers, premiere the seer while the slave volunteers. [Hook – pounding, layered vocals] Surrealist kingdom, crooked cathedral, Colors bleed schemes in the paint of the people. Dreamworld dripping, visions collide, Disney and Dali where shadows reside. [Outro – whispered echo] Clocks drip slow, portraits breathe, The kingdom keeps what you believe.