Alchemisland

I’m in deep

The lake is vast and black

Take it, zoot flamed

Spoonspine turning vantablack

Any talk, I answer back

Every joke you laugh

I know you’re a fan

Got the bug, got it bad

Can’t resist my Jack the Lad

Shagger swagger

You won’t resist my vampiric dagger

We’re animals but I’ve got a magnet

All you crawlers dusted up in my dragnet

It’s happening, we’re sharing drags off a Benson fag

Let me warn you I’m deep into the cult of Daath

I can’t tell you more than that

This isn’t your dad’s cult; this is about cosmic culling

About pulling voidlings from the current

Space the colour of festival mud

Based, I drink vestal blood from metal vestibules

In search of purity her ichor-spattered breast I dip, the jewel is imbued

I work around the eclipse, awaiting full moon

I make a wound and steal her womb, all I got is just my due

Arriving by car when a wan moon looms

Leaving before stalks wear dew

My soul needs stitches

Snitching on Zecariah Sitchin

I raise my fist to resist

But I’m too far gone, avowed cultist

My better heart they pulled it

Like a rotten tooth

My better blood they pooled it

Like a wine cellar flood

I had wishes, I had a whole list

Fuck money and bitches

I wanted a fortress with defensive ditches

Rooms one enters via secret switches.