Alchemisland

KLF how it’s 3AM eternal

Dante how it’s inferno

Stuck inside, twenty five outside

Barred windows cutting light like blinds

Use an axe’s side to fray and sever binds

Rewrote my will, thought I’d die seven times

Cliffhanger how my temperature is climbing

Top of spell casting class, top caste Brahman

Black spell of destruction blasting

Like Burzum and Mayhem never clashed

Titanic clash, Thessalian expat

Dark Knight attack, says ’tis but a scratch

But I heard the Joker isn’t laughing at that

Won a grand on a scratch from my gran

Spent the cash immediately on land

Need to live in the sinister smiling countryside

Where Crom and John Barleycorn still reside

Light eliding like a thing shrined in shadows

Midnight my caul, mid-flight my owl returns from bardo

Havoc to get this bag, bank consider my deposit a life raft

Burning up like I’m sick with mumps

Wanted a vaccine, had hippy mum

Fed me acid through a breast pump

Inside it’s 35, feel like I might actually die

My skin with spots pied, like a die’s sides

Or a ‘pards hide for tonight’s Dionyse

Need the only thing to quench my thirst, no Sprite

She’s on the dancefloor, leather jacket covered in studs spikes and rhinestones

Dancing spritely to the rhythm of the night remix, phoenix rising won’t be lonesome tonight

Lonesome Town by way of Lost Horizon, I am driving a pipe band the length of Ireland

Tight thong band left a hip print, I leave a few handprints, imprint

Walk in limping with the heavy dick hemmed in

I’m always wearing black skinnies

Gazelles on my feet, black white streak

Back and side street my office

Force choke if you’re an officer

Goated, like God of Mendes

Coat on, collar turned up

Supping from a ritual cup

Days since I had an actual meal

Lacking vitamins, sustenance, need victuals

But I have victory, cash and grass and hash

Back ragged like I was lashed at the mast, once had a master

Ate two takeaways, ass was like an hindenburg disaster

Ate nothing but potatoes for a week after

Deliver my payload to weak laughter

Snivellers in the seats, rats in the rafters

Invite them to the afters then intern them in a casket

Jupiter’s asking me when’s the full moon

My platoon so plutered, might call us granfalloon

I pay a grand for a small tattoo of me fucking someone’s ass

With arrows pointing, saying me and you, how’d you like that

I said to whoever asks, acne his face with broken glass

Had three Amstel before I switched over to Stella.