Alchemisland

OK last few bits of the day

Won’t be my last piff of the day

Need that grass, that hay, its haze

I’ve been on it non-stop for thousands of days

Watching revolutions in the highest resolution

Thinking it’ll be a different future, hopeful humans

Rotting in front of the computer, next school shooter

I see many projects bear the marks of lucifer

If I sense you’re listening through I get abusive

Only panda eager to fuck in the House of Bamboo

Ate out a Korean bitch, sucked out my Seoul, dinner was mandu

Left to right like a swipecard

What to say when I find you

Dr Livingstone I presume

When they search my room

Move my bed to find the runes

And many grizzly tombs below

The patio stones stowed with bones

Skulls stoven in a culvert behind the oven

Pictures of my dead mother

Evidence I tried to summon her

A bloodstained summer dress

Pile of clothes like the chest of a mummer

Garda looking will throw up

Those regarded with my knife never grow up.