Alchemisland

They take me in, wrap sheet six hundred sixty six sins written

With a black bic, red ticks in the opposite column

Volume of paper would have thought it was a chronicle

Of some ages long war back when the Earth was horrible

But people were more honourable

Hid my face but they 

In the intake bay pockets rifled gave over

Skins, 12 Benson, my lighter, motor keys, classic stoner haul

Today I meet the inmates, no one here is my mate

Test my gait I walk straight over and Picasso painting your face

Order in the courts but disorder in the wards, exhorder

In here no more than three weeks sent three to the morgue

Easier getting trees in here than on a night out in Shoreditch

Heard a guy getting made bitch at a blade tip

Walk out dripping blood, clothes ripped

Gave him a tissue, killed himself that night

Made a noose of his bedsheets, cell a crypt

I crept in once I knew he was dead and rifled his bed for a spliff

I know he’d hidden, place was a midden, he was just a kid

I am forbidden to show my face around here

But on a night so clear, my path is clearer than a face after Clearasil

I’m out on bail, walking down Clanbrassil Street in chainmail and bracers

Pocket got the payload, the dirt that’s gonna pay loads

My hair is pale oak and my throat is hot from dope