Alchemisland

I see you dancing, he reclines you and I decline that view

Walk over to you, ask to cut in line, that thing you do

Where you pretend not to notice I exist

His suit fits but his face doesn’t, you’re too fit for such a brute

Looks like tackling shoulders below his suit

Type who goes on office Turkey Shoots, studied business in Maynooth

We two step to 54-46 by Toots and the Maytals

My talent first conquer and divide, intercede and get inside

She opens wide as it to eat a whole pie, three point one four 

Adore her, madonna whore complex assured

My blood rushes like Mayan temple steps

I’m into metal and mentalism, a mystic named Mike.