Woorden: XTC. Mummer. Human Alchemy.

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 color of the rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black, the color icing on our cake

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 color of the rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black, the color icing on our cake

We stole their babes and mothers
Chiefs and braves
Although we held the whip
You knew we were the real slaves

To alchemy, human alchemy
Alchemy, human alchemy
An alchemy, human alchemy
Alchemy, human alchemy

Alchemy, human alchemy

Human, human alchemy