Alchemisland

Out of control like a wheelless motor

With Stevie Wonder driving, we know he’s hopeless

Used be hopeful now I’m dopeful

Doing antisocial rituals in front of sheep skulls

The ward of my life’s luck decked in 13s and 23s

Teeming with fiery, cursed opals

Only know where I’m going when I’m dreaming or blowing Os

Every smile might hide treason

I’ve given too many people reasons to want me

Mistreated, heavy crown low hangs the blood-specked brow of the Leader

I.N.R.I the paint is peeling

Like a sealed-closed damp manse’s ceiling

But I know you can read it.