| Song | Phantasmagoria |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse 1: Araknophobix) | |
| You can now enter my invisible rhyme real world | |
| How does it fell? Mortals tend to melt into the mix | |
| Unconscious come with me, I’ll lead you to the core | |
| Trap doorway to nowhere, you woke up with no hair | |
| Completely singed off traveling at light speed, don’t go there | |
| Prepare to feel the effects of the venom we inject through the neck | |
| Way beyond what you’d expect, just wait a sec | |
| Ahh, there it is again euphoric oblivion | |
| Cranial stimulation exits from eyeballs, this padded room has eye walls | |
| Atom crushing fly balls, it’s my fault | |
| (Verse 2: Celph Titled) | |
| Yo, the God body divine mathematically | |
| Wave my staff at the faculty | |
| I see visual hallucinations with acute accuracy | |
| Lock down communication through the mouth like slave days | |
| My rules canal from dungeons into synagogue limit cave ways | |
| Do not block with your eyes will not deceive you and put you in visions | |
| Expose identities that I can see through as a warning | |
| The photo phantasm, certificate notary | |
| Counting sheep while they jump over me | |
| While hanging by my rosary | |
| (Verse 3: Raj) | |
| We all went to sleep inside of a vortex | |
| Many childs unhurting, anticipating the effects | |
| In a few minutes, we have lived a whole lifetime | |
| With our minds but we like living, feeling divine | |
| Magic chemistry unlike you will ever be | |
| The same by deep blue for the insane | |
| Antenna methamorphisze resonate | |
| Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state | |
| Antenna methamorphisze resonate | |
| Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state | |
| (Verse 4: Dutchmassive) | |
| Chrome eight legged arachnid shoots its webbing | |
| Live disable enemies reach for my weapon | |
| Get the fuck back, beyond paranoid | |
| My fist is now attached to an alien android | |
| Cyborgs attack me, I could see a spaceship | |
| I’m wasted to the point where I’m ripping off my face | |
| Lying, my body is numb and wondering | |
| Life on acid, alcohol and overdoes on toxaphene | |
| (Verse 5: Maleko) | |
| Optical distort, teleport and stop abortions | |
| Fiery Phoenix, morbid phantoms sorceress | |
| Levitating through colorful clouds | |
| Rotating counterclockwise, contorted | |
| Deep in the chorus, sordid endorphin | |
| Chariots of fire scorching | |
| Dunes they sent those flying swordfish horsemen | |
| North winds in the sky orchestrating | |
| Painting the devil evil grin in his eye | |
| To deadly cold and hideous shapes | |
| Reaching up through a watery grave | |
| Super regular figures appear to dwindle | |
| Forensics leave paralysis | |
| Floating palaces motionless sculpts in flights reunions | |
| Every time I dream at night it gets so confusing | |
| Silent words explaining, raining ominous comets |
| Verse 1: Araknophobix | |
| You can now enter my invisible rhyme real world | |
| How does it fell? Mortals tend to melt into the mix | |
| Unconscious come with me, I' ll lead you to the core | |
| Trap doorway to nowhere, you woke up with no hair | |
| Completely singed off traveling at light speed, don' t go there | |
| Prepare to feel the effects of the venom we inject through the neck | |
| Way beyond what you' d expect, just wait a sec | |
| Ahh, there it is again euphoric oblivion | |
| Cranial stimulation exits from eyeballs, this padded room has eye walls | |
| Atom crushing fly balls, it' s my fault | |
| Verse 2: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, the God body divine mathematically | |
| Wave my staff at the faculty | |
| I see visual hallucinations with acute accuracy | |
| Lock down communication through the mouth like slave days | |
| My rules canal from dungeons into synagogue limit cave ways | |
| Do not block with your eyes will not deceive you and put you in visions | |
| Expose identities that I can see through as a warning | |
| The photo phantasm, certificate notary | |
| Counting sheep while they jump over me | |
| While hanging by my rosary | |
| Verse 3: Raj | |
| We all went to sleep inside of a vortex | |
| Many childs unhurting, anticipating the effects | |
| In a few minutes, we have lived a whole lifetime | |
| With our minds but we like living, feeling divine | |
| Magic chemistry unlike you will ever be | |
| The same by deep blue for the insane | |
| Antenna methamorphisze resonate | |
| Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state | |
| Antenna methamorphisze resonate | |
| Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state | |
| Verse 4: Dutchmassive | |
| Chrome eight legged arachnid shoots its webbing | |
| Live disable enemies reach for my weapon | |
| Get the fuck back, beyond paranoid | |
| My fist is now attached to an alien android | |
| Cyborgs attack me, I could see a spaceship | |
| I' m wasted to the point where I' m ripping off my face | |
| Lying, my body is numb and wondering | |
| Life on acid, alcohol and overdoes on toxaphene | |
| Verse 5: Maleko | |
| Optical distort, teleport and stop abortions | |
| Fiery Phoenix, morbid phantoms sorceress | |
| Levitating through colorful clouds | |
| Rotating counterclockwise, contorted | |
| Deep in the chorus, sordid endorphin | |
| Chariots of fire scorching | |
| Dunes they sent those flying swordfish horsemen | |
| North winds in the sky orchestrating | |
| Painting the devil evil grin in his eye | |
| To deadly cold and hideous shapes | |
| Reaching up through a watery grave | |
| Super regular figures appear to dwindle | |
| Forensics leave paralysis | |
| Floating palaces motionless sculpts in flights reunions | |
| Every time I dream at night it gets so confusing | |
| Silent words explaining, raining ominous comets |
| Verse 1: Araknophobix | |
| You can now enter my invisible rhyme real world | |
| How does it fell? Mortals tend to melt into the mix | |
| Unconscious come with me, I' ll lead you to the core | |
| Trap doorway to nowhere, you woke up with no hair | |
| Completely singed off traveling at light speed, don' t go there | |
| Prepare to feel the effects of the venom we inject through the neck | |
| Way beyond what you' d expect, just wait a sec | |
| Ahh, there it is again euphoric oblivion | |
| Cranial stimulation exits from eyeballs, this padded room has eye walls | |
| Atom crushing fly balls, it' s my fault | |
| Verse 2: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, the God body divine mathematically | |
| Wave my staff at the faculty | |
| I see visual hallucinations with acute accuracy | |
| Lock down communication through the mouth like slave days | |
| My rules canal from dungeons into synagogue limit cave ways | |
| Do not block with your eyes will not deceive you and put you in visions | |
| Expose identities that I can see through as a warning | |
| The photo phantasm, certificate notary | |
| Counting sheep while they jump over me | |
| While hanging by my rosary | |
| Verse 3: Raj | |
| We all went to sleep inside of a vortex | |
| Many childs unhurting, anticipating the effects | |
| In a few minutes, we have lived a whole lifetime | |
| With our minds but we like living, feeling divine | |
| Magic chemistry unlike you will ever be | |
| The same by deep blue for the insane | |
| Antenna methamorphisze resonate | |
| Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state | |
| Antenna methamorphisze resonate | |
| Psychoactive specimen electron metabolic state | |
| Verse 4: Dutchmassive | |
| Chrome eight legged arachnid shoots its webbing | |
| Live disable enemies reach for my weapon | |
| Get the fuck back, beyond paranoid | |
| My fist is now attached to an alien android | |
| Cyborgs attack me, I could see a spaceship | |
| I' m wasted to the point where I' m ripping off my face | |
| Lying, my body is numb and wondering | |
| Life on acid, alcohol and overdoes on toxaphene | |
| Verse 5: Maleko | |
| Optical distort, teleport and stop abortions | |
| Fiery Phoenix, morbid phantoms sorceress | |
| Levitating through colorful clouds | |
| Rotating counterclockwise, contorted | |
| Deep in the chorus, sordid endorphin | |
| Chariots of fire scorching | |
| Dunes they sent those flying swordfish horsemen | |
| North winds in the sky orchestrating | |
| Painting the devil evil grin in his eye | |
| To deadly cold and hideous shapes | |
| Reaching up through a watery grave | |
| Super regular figures appear to dwindle | |
| Forensics leave paralysis | |
| Floating palaces motionless sculpts in flights reunions | |
| Every time I dream at night it gets so confusing | |
| Silent words explaining, raining ominous comets |