They used to slag me for liking black metal
Now feel train rumble through the track metal
Rose with thorns and pillow soft petals
No doc leaf pushing into nettles
What’s up doc, I need prescription sheets
Coz I’m gobbling pills like a junkie fiend
Three sheets to the wind, keys I’m keen
To kneel before
I ruin the ring like got divorced
Nothing forced
Invisible force
Unseen like mouth gift horse
Green as mountain gorse my mound of homegrown ganj
Amount give them probable cause
Amount you got less than scores
If they could get their paws they would give me pause
Not a single one gets close at all
Force ten no sign of Navarone
Plants fountaining like the one in Rome
Overgrown the plants I’ve owned
Overfilled the bowl and foam
Silent phone non stop burning bones.
Alchemisland 
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