An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole them from their freedom to be sold
To turn their skins of black into the skins
Of brightest gold
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stoked the fires of trade with human coals
And made our purses from the flailed skins of
Purest souls
An alchemy, human alchemy
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black the colour icing on our cake
An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves
Although we h
THE JOKE
Go back go back
to your diseased-[WHUP!]-control room
Don't be don't be
nice about it
just spit it back
Why don't, ward off
why don't you be mature about it
in your grey raincoat
Off ward, ward off
The Joke
Violent food
descends over you
huh
Off ward, ward off
The Joke
The Joke
five years in a PC camp
Multicoloured sweets
in bottom of white sweet pack
The realization burns into my back
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Violent food
descends over you
The Joke
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp