See a nun and a witch doctor performing on television
They fell off the box, which exposed them to some derision,
She was driven by passion, but mostly potent quillizers
For him it’s the highbred luxury – enjoyed by affluent mizers.
Organize the market and negate the opportunist blade
For Government agencies – now control the drug trade;
No enemy of the state, you can’t be too slow
Who deliberates to understand, for he has to go?
Lifts the restraints of the soul, as never, never been
All state sponsored, Argh! The blessed GoldPrean!
Escaping from my conscious, as the daybreak was dawning
Avoid gauche subjects, like the four minute warning.
Amid the mayhem, Oh shit, I run out dry
Ask Etienne the bellhop, a likely kind of guy.
Or The Dudgeons of Lust, sell a black market token
A little extra zazzy, then I’m a little less broken,
So try both the light and the dark, as with Caravaggio
Enjoy the belligerently smart for they determine the flow.
Addicted to ambling – through the mental rubble
Still fearful of Horrorcore and the ensuing trouble.
Robbing the chemist, indulgence not temptation
Narrate to me my alibi, I’ll sign that declaration.
It’s tested, taxed and universally controlled
Through state run chemists only – the exquisite dream is sold.
Interacting and cavorting, enjoy the sordid to excess
Its freedom for all or a mind altering mess.
Plus the sweat soaked cloths and teeth now grating
One thousand bastard years, that I’ve been long waiting;
A GoldPrean prescription, is of fervent need
Like a concubine of Caligula, I suffer and I bleed.
Now lost to the shadows – a victimless rhyme
Delight in a frenzy, its GoldPrean time!
See the immortal incarnate, adorned in flowers
Oh such joyous celebrations – for hours and hours.
With morality turned off, to see how it feels
No more product drought, no more dodgy deals,
Stuttering around like a Phoenix from the ashes
A life at full blast, survive the Horrorcore crashes.
When the mind will fail, such a harrowing event
So we all are lunatics, who can’t pay the rent?
Last night in Club Sliver, a pure GoldPrean heist
Say la vee to the sadists and to the plastic Christ.
PowerCorp incarnate, created the ultimate high
Sold to the bureaucrats, an easy guess why,
Now we all pleasure function, like a legal conscription
With the entire populous – under licensed prescription.
Like the very last carcass to go under the knife
Excuses are numerous, succumb to this life.
All ardently hooked, like the Cult of Promiscuity
Indeed embrace passion – but without the ambiguity;
So I fly to a cloud mountain and in rapture I float
Now everyone’s is happy, but there’s one anecdote,
Every Horrorcore victim – would worship the fix
The government’s answer, they ‘re doing it for kicks!
See it focuses the mind and enhances the career
Has replaced all narcotics, baccie and the beer.
Where lies loyalty and love, honesty and trust
It’s the state sanctioned joy and indulge we must;
Worship this freedom, most fortunate treasure
Absorbed in the GoldPrean – the ultimate pleasure.
