The King of Thieves

Hey boy
Welcome to the scene
I got a few tricks up my sleeve
Things goin on that you won't believe
I got some info thatchya prolly gonna need
Hey boy
You think you in a dream?
You ain't so here's the skinny on the lean
Everything is changing and you in the middle
If you want my help I need some (cough) ching ching

Paul gave him a token, reserved for the games
They were gold and only worked in arcades

Well, obviously paul, you arent at home
The place where you are is called The Nobody Hole
The people that you see aren't really here
See this is just a spiritual sphere
They've experienced a trauma, or some other kind drama
Get they hearts crushed and wanna disappear
Like clothes on their backs they wear losses
That's why your flesh and skin became comic
As people on earth they turn invisible, forgotten
I got more you gotta pay up if you want it..

Paul gave him a token, reserved for the games
And asked the strange man how he knew his name

Well, I'm the only soul ever born on this soil
So I know everyone from the sad to disloyal
They can all see reflections in my eyes when I smile
I got a name dossier locked away in my brain in a file
While I hold all the keys
Nice to meet you, I’m Ransom the king of the thieves

Hey boy you think you in a dream?
You arent so here's the skinny on the lean
Everything is changin and you in the middle
If you want my help I need some (cough) ching ching

Paul gave him a token, reserved for the games
They were gold and only worked in arcades

You're being followed by a killer for a starter
And several other characters you scribbled with a marker
One of em don't wanna see you go
Oh wait the money in my cup is running low

Paul gave him tokens reserved for the games
And asked why somebody wanted him in a grave
Well paul, you're a special little brother
The museum curator and key to the color
Once you free yourself by bringing paint to this place
Eyes open up and escapes they get discovered
That's why you're being shadowed by an evil serpent
Because without the hole then that person has no purpose
You’re the grand artist, and beacon of our bliss
The bringer of change (ahem) speakin of which

Paul gave him the last token for the games
And asked the king of thieves the way he could escape

I'll walk you to the next stage of the game
Where jaquelantern holds the key revealing your fate
But in the castle made of bones, your final answer waits
And legend says in the throne room’s a grenade
Ah, here we are the mansion full of ghosts
My tour ends here, god speed I'll stay close