Money layered like a pagoda
Honey, layerless, laying in the motor
Amphetamine? Got max speed like NASA modems
Fast reactions from my bad moulding, cold shoulder a hold up
Look down at what he’s holding scoff turn then go
Blue anchors, nude in handcuffs
Said she’s a news anchor, sunset Turner glow
Loves the jewels, cash burner, huge sun looking minute on the new anklet
News outlets and I’m listening out for anything that can take me further
Gold-plated handguns, furs, new animals, lab-made just to furnish fits
New angles into Saint Tropez, broken promises no tourniquet’ll fix
Gassed up like we kegtapped propane, must-have get ups most days
The tablets that Musk surely has by habit
Got that in a backpack, has ‘em rabid
Hopping like happy rabbits
Expect them gone rapid so downpay the damage
Masked up black mass
Downwind the ruins of a castle, yeah we’re after the profane
I’m down to sin, worshipping a black mass
Inhabiting a different plain of a much vaster reality
Than any of our current systems and models do, or care to, explain.
Alchemisland 
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