Alchemisland

Queue at the glass, get the pills on a tray

The war is about class, they use force, rubber bullets and gas

Crust punks with bandanas as masks know their task

Know they’re tracked for not paying tax and drinking loads of cans

If they’re our saviours any day could be the last day

A freedom which looks and smells a lot like slavery

I don’t think we’ll ever be saved, with leaders who slather

Lather with saliva a nude-as-Godiva child, whips and leather

These troglodytes our betters, the once-great Terran place in fetters

Word-based oppression, pressure on the head but light as a feather

Made us all worse at reading until we became feckless, read as threatless

Far from the maze’s centre and I’m already threadless

Slight bit of uphill and I’m already breathless

Pregnant with black bile and horror, I need to get legless in dive bars

To be able to face tomorrow, every microsecond of time is borrowed

Space in my heart yet for hope, a shrine, a hollow

The worst of us net one hundred million followers

Own nothing, own nothing, always be a borrower

So They can lenders be, the only thing that made Jesus

Violent was the usurers wheeling and dealing inside

We need to break the wheel and cleanse corruption with fire

Let reeds of rabid fire lick higher, enough to blacken the sky

It’s time to grab these sly guys by the scuff and see if they can fly

If you can you’ll survive; otherwise it’s goodbye

A pie that size and you didn’t get a single slice

That many engorged throats swollen with lies, waiting to be sliced

In my scabbard I harbour the perfect device

Shaved bald like you had lice or fucked nazis in your spare time

Go medieval on it, try and bleed out vices from weedy spiders

Spy drones like ghost riders ride the rainmakers, time biding

Until the time to unleash their unmanned violence

Through a displaced roof tile I spy the pilot

I’m prying open the third of three eyelids

A gas vent hissing, my writhing priestess of Isis

Redhaired because she’s Irish, stylish because she’s mine

Destructive regeneration, when ruination is constructive; see the Nile

Crocodiles, turbulence, a fertilising slime left behind

This train has derailed and made Dickens deranged

On our knees praying in our hidden place

We need arms and armour, grenades and gun crates

Learned to shoot and squad up through Arma

There is gonna be a big explosion soon, you better brace

Revolutionary creeds you have to embrace

Before Grace is gone; before they end our race

They tested food and drink, it all contained

Massive amounts of cancer-causing plastic traces

They’re all snakes, out in vile flotillas serving for slaves

Pregnant women tortured on staves, all of them are Francis Drake

The state of the world today, your kids are gonna waste away

Trapped inside the black mirrors, these fatal frames

It seemed like fun and escapades until there was no escape, no getaway

A close scrape with a faceless neighbour

Like an old timey sailor rattling my sabre

Looking toward the houses of powers, shouting “Prepare to be boarded, Matey!”

It’s all fake, they’re on the take, all of it bankrolled by the CIA

Nothing in space, no aliens, a manufactured invasion

Antichrist, most of us will praise him

Most will take His mark, they need to make sales

You’ll keep saying soon but Hotel California, you’ll never get away.