Foxes outside in my garden feeding
Eating cheap cat food, three
Unfit, know it, The Streets ain’t easy
I know a guy called Charles, eager easy with his cleaver
Did in his dealer for something meagre, shit was evil
He was beleaguered with problems, emotional hostage
Inner turmoil and bondage made him a monster
No one listened to him, enlightened his conscience
This is the island of Ireland, no drip only torrents
Can’t be psychoanalysed, mind is a fortress
Lord of the Rings soundtrack, leitmotif.
Alchemisland 
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