Beastmode button pushes back the cushioned seats
Sky blushing, coloured mutton, with acid-fleeced sheep
Three sixes on the meter I’m three sheets
To the four winds, distancing the limit
Arriving home before I left, give or take ten minutes
When I hit the glue it’s like I hit resume, everything starts moving
Last ages if you make a smoothie or consume it off a spoon
In league with industry leaders leal to Croesus
God of accretion, loot and lucre, patron saint of increasing
Excuse the creeping fumes that’re executing moves in my flue
I’ve got a cute nose I use to reduce cubes of snow like ozone holes.
Alchemisland 
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