Alchemisland

Vanishing triangle how I manage to inveigle myself with high ranking masons

Met one at a wine tasting, he embraced me in that coded way, said two days

Hence visit me at Molesworth Lodge, history the rest, learnt secrets inherent in henges

Learnt the emptiness of vengeance and to hide the devil behind the gentleman

Hailing the grand architect under grand architecture, chequered floor like a pair of vans

The high priestess seated between two pillars, secret knowledge in her hands

I glance down dizzily, agreeing with my master they are like ants really

On the trigger easy squeezy no lemons, since Palestine everyone sounds like Mr Deasy

Blammer steeled, elbow L’d so gun barrel levels with my centre

Gave you the thrashing like it was Crash Bash and I’m after the Platinum

Crashing like an old machine put back into action

These aren’t the droids you’re looking for, you bastard

Call a man a fascist and this whole scam a fiasco

Things seemed a lot better just a few years ago

Who knows who knows, who upholds the status quo

That, my friend, only a stonecutter knows

Abiding codes if you don’t want a pocket full of stones

Neck broken hanging from Blackfriars, when jawing backfires

Propaganda Due had a hand in it, Opus Dei open cult of liars

Occult flags flapping at my triumph, clapping hands

You must be displayed as a violent example.