Wolf in the Nikes with a peasant-frightening psyche
Bars make you jump, cars scaring pheasants off the curb
My mind strewn, rune-carved pages
Another planet’s Book of Matthew
Gaining dishonour extolling extracanonical apocryphal gospels
Rarest codices available, ancient psalters from life’s cradle
Cracked like magma-strifed gryke-ridden ash plains
Below hellflame spilling volcanoes
Eat a pan au chocolate, eat whole pan on top of that
Eat the whole planet, first the ass.
You don’t want to go the shop
You don’t want to go for a walk
Sleepings a lot, is fourteen hours not enough
I have the gift of Thoth
You got bed rot not seen since Tudor lot
Lazier than sin, you couldn’t pin tail on ass or in fact do anything
Your dreams fantasies, my dreams actualities, eventualities, certainties
Please do not get back to me, I mould your form from plasticine
Lined with pins, spine porcupine
Suddenly you’re complaining like blazes, pain in your spleen
Sleep’s lack worse than being stretched
Rack of an evil demon in a steaming forge
Ring of hell reserved for cowards and schemers, pristine cell awaits me
Nothing celebrates me but a nineties reference dates me.
Living with you like living with jaw pain, have to strain constipated
Try and hide this from my visage, can you tell that I am livid
Can you feel the burning rage molten moulting from my lyrics
Seething at the keyboard, something born inside my liathróid
To the manor born but take the slip road to the gallows
Do a spit take, I was living that’s what mattered.
Alchemisland 
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