Make a making, May King

Smoked so much hay I’m phasing

Amazing places, CTR in space, astral racing

SCART lead how my trees like the 90s, 240p

Can’t remove my armour, know how Robocop feels

Peel myself an apple, offer half to Eve

When she pulls my sleeve, the clothes turn out empty

Escaping snake always getting away, who sent me

Riddles from sages make a pagan resting place of my mind cave

Big-breasted earthmothers and mammoths daubed onto the walls

Hiding my hoofs spiked boots like I was facing a glacier 

Hair in braids getting brain until the membrane’s glazed

First man since Neo to escape Plato’s cave

Dracula has risen from his grave what they say

Leaving a trail of dirt in my wake, blood on the pave

Fuck what they say, some devils can’t be stayed

Last second sent Ed and Lorraine away

Pacing around a dark cave, three days

Almost half creation’s duration, during which time I was elevated

Inducted to higher mysteries, higher degrees attained

In my sight frames different colours like away games

Wavy from the hazy I can’t easily abstain from taking

Every hundredth breath inhaling a bong, shaking

When I cannot get together the scantest makings

Check the couch sides, text someone I hate, hey

You know anyone who has hay? Left on read today

And deserved it OK, bad at communicating

Scoring like a blitzball champion, Whatsapp pics like some porn

You want to be adored, I want to be a door to elsewhere, portal

Deplorable oracle, every presentiment horrible, tricked Saul into battle

Endor witch spliff of endo, ritual robes like occult kendo.

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