Alchemisland

Unholy priest giving a black mass, delivering rancid hosts

Summoning handsome ghosts who died floating in shell holes

I know you don’t like me but gee, you can’t even say hello

How far can this go, because I know how far I can go

Turn the Micra keys you explode, ricin in your cheerios, cheerio

Pills are massive, looking like mint imperials, still clear them one evening

Six thousand and that goes right back into the next batch

Cross between Canon Docre and Father Jack Hackett

Ain’t a system I can’t hack, all my controllers got a power pack

Only controllers got analogue sticks and triggers at the back

Going undercover, dividing and conquering in the camps of activists

Convincing them to go ahead with acts of terrorism

Arresting them at the last second, they go off prison

I’m lauded and applauded for my heroism

They pay to get me clean of my heroin addiction

I needed the fix, bliss from the constant pressure

Anxious about everything, bringing that to an end

To whatever end, I go

Boldly like nonebeforegoing

Weed colour Shamrock Shake

Pussy colour uncooked bacon

Red as Satan south african boquet 

Let me try it, swirl and eyes to the sky

Wine tasting, redolent of apartheid

Notes of hate crime, hint of lime.