Alchemisland

Krang how often I hang out in the belly, mostly brain

Have them trained to go crazy every second day

Felt amazing but my soul is a sad place, no maize grows

Spray away from the babymaker, no life miracle, no impregnation

Following red thread to the maze exit, tauroctony tore open the bull belly

Blood amount shocking, trickled down onto my phrygian cap, don’t talk to me

Pass a message through my capo, whittling wooden messages with a rambo

Dying to get off, swore I’d get off it

Missed another day in the office, HR belling me often

About not taking off days without advance notice

How can I plan a day off when I can’t even manage to stop

What is clearly the source of all my problems, raised on slop

Hard to enjoy luxury when you rolled around in a rusted buggy

Met druggies pedalling stolen bikes, all the trials of dirty Dublin

Cannonballs shatter, scattering stained glass into the lane

Shame as they were made by Hugh Lane, looked amazing

Deserved better than a missile payload, I look away

From atrocities, knowing I can’t change shit

Can’t even flip my own life’s script

I appreciate everyone caring so much but I’m on a tight budget

Glass of water for lunch, a lot of days not punched in

Punched him and scrunched up his face, illuminati bruise for days

You would have made a great jejune jesuit in your day

But it’s too late for talk of paths not taken, a life must be taken

Call Liam Neeson and ask him for advice on deceasing liberty takers

How many Luas stations before we reach the cross

No ticket, getting thick after I give a fake name

Train cutting across the country

Muddy visions, vistas flooded with visual hum

Place is crumbling, something wicked this way coming

Writing abundant on the wall, someone call Daniel.