Creep or Freak

[Chorus] (Hook: Anthemic, with choir echoes and a theremin hum) he's a creeep!!!! he's a freaak!!!!... {Specter's Syllabus} Creep or freak, in the d**d of the week, shadows leak what the meek can't speak, Peek-a-boo, boo from the boo-k, true b***d in the brew—unique? {The Dickensian Disaster} I'm post-apocalyptic Dickens, I ghostwrite obituaries, Where “Great Expectations” met “28 Days Later” in cemeteries. I narrate the madness like a TED Talk in a padded cell, The PowerPoint is just red stains and trauma that I sell. Yo, the curtain call's a death shroud, I’m the spectral showstopper, My brain's a boneyard where thoughts ferment—now watch the plot thicken. I'm a human centipede of logic, with a mouth full of caustic venom, They said I went ballistic; I said I went stochastic, the antithesis of serum. Like a quantum state of horror, I'm the monster and the victim, Got Crowley cult’s sigils etched where my thymus gland once used to sit on. I spit epaulets of glorified g**e, leaving your morphemes split, A type specimen in this terrarium of dissent, sent to turn your porcelain porch into a pit. [Chorus] (Hook: Anthemic, with choir echoes and a theremin hum) he's a creeep!!!! he's a freaak!!!!... Creep or freak, in the d**d of the week, shadows leak what the meek can't speak, Peek-a-boo, boo from the boo-k, true b***d in the brew—unique? {Carnage Cipher} I am The cryptographer of carnage, I decode your lifespan with surgical precision, I leave a note with a cipher, a rebus puzzle from the darkest dimension. Your final thought's a Schrödinger's cat, trapped in the box of my invention, Yeah, the gallows is a self-portrait, drawn in the b***d of your own predilection. Now tell me, are you the victim of my rhythm or a slave to my raw perfection? So call me the creep or the freak—there’s no retreat, The mind’s a haunted mansion—I just own the lease. You knock on the door? I answer with metaphors, Bleed ink ‘til the mic prays for no encore. [Chorus] (Hook: Anthemic, with choir echoes and a theremin hum) he's a creeep!!!! he's a freaak!!!!... Creep or freak, in the d**d of the week, shadows leak what the meek can't speak, Peek-a-boo, boo from the boo-k, true b***d in the brew—unique? [The chorus continues with the crowd wailing behind a psychotic laugh and screams]