The creepy coin collector, old typewriter would fathom
The little boy encountered the convict in a swamp
a guy who collects coins types up a creepy story about a boy running into a convict in a swamp. warcloud write childrens books and his children book lines and horrorcore lines mix a lot in his verses.
a lot of these verses are warcloud describing himself in 3rd person.
Eight professors tied to polish that's made in Italy
Old blue shoes from a gypsy out on a back road
dont have anything for this bar.
Fireflies lit up the darkness, cold and heartless
Shredder mouth, motor brain, lounge in old taverns
warcloud is a cold and haertless man who lounges in a dark tavern where the only light is fireflies and is writing rhymes. he thoughts run like a motor and his lyrics shred the competition.
Far, far away there's a planet, inside the planet
there is a great mountain; in the mountain there is a lake
And in this great lake there's an island that no one knew
and there in the giant island was an old castle and ruins
Deep in the castle, in the courtyard is a well
Shaped like a capital L, I shouldn't tell
Ghosty echoes of the screams in the shadow, once felt
To break a neck and suffer at the gongs of the church bell
Deep in the bottom of the well, water that rots
is a little black pyramid carved down in the slot
And inside that little black pyramid on that planet
I laugh in the dark for that pyramid holds my heart
the whole part of this verse is connected in describing his soul or his passion(where his heart is). he's obscure(far far away there a planet. and islnd that no one knew), he's dark and grimey(old castle in ruins. well water that rots), he's frightening and merciless(ghostly echos of the scream of the child who once fell to break her neck and suffer at the gongs of the church bell) and he's deep, since his heart is under all this stuff.