Alchemisland

I’m in deep

Lake 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 the vestal blood from the metal vestibule

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

I work around the eclipse, waiting for the 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

Leave before stalks wear dew

My soul needs stitches

Snitching on Zecharia Sitchin

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 sconce-lit fortress with defensive ditches

Rooms you enter by secret switches.