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Manosphere - Ea-Nāqueer, The Fetid Alchumist

I. The Fetid Alchumist [Intro] Breath of the kiln Stings in the dark Copper dust halo Over your heart [Verse 1] Ea‑Nāqueer Bare feet on brick Counting ingots By finger By nick Oil lamp flickers On a stranger’s grin Date wine breathing On tangled skin Stone from the ceiling Cracks through the night Flash of a comet Right between the eyes Sheet of red rivers Copper in his teeth Laugh caught frozen Half curse Half belief [Chorus] Fetid alchemist Prophet of the sewer and the sun Smearing his gospel on the ore Says “Filth will finish what the fire’s begun” Fetid alchemist Dancing where the clean men choke Mixing ash and excrement and prayer Till the sacred metal speaks in smoke [Verse 2] He wakes up raving “Shamash spat on me Showed me the secret In the latrine sea” Scrapes from the gutters What the city hides Golden-brown relics Of a thousand prides Neighbors slam shutters Priests spit and flee Yet merchants whisper “What if this is key?” He brands each ingot With a smeared brown sign “Blessed in corruption Blessed in the slime” [Chorus] Fetid alchemist Prophet of the sewer and the sun Smearing his gospel on the ore Says “Filth will finish what the fire’s begun” Fetid alchemist Dancing where the clean men choke Mixing ash and excrement and prayer Till the sacred metal speaks in smoke [Bridge] [Drums drop to toms and frame drum Low oud drone] He walks the ditches at dawn Murmurs to swarming flies (oh…) “Carry my secret Carry my sign Up to indifferent skies” Clay tablets crack in the heat Scribes scratch his name like a curse Yet down in the furnace belly His laughter bubbles in verse [Chorus] Fetid alchemist Prophet of the sewer and the sun Smearing his gospel on the ore Says “Filth will finish what the fire’s begun” Fetid alchemist Laugh as the clean gods stare For in every shining cup they raise He sees his stain still hiding there II. The First Kāren [Intro] [low oud and strings Distant female wail] Clay dust Copper stain My name carved At the edge of rage [Verse 1] To the scribe of the city Seal-breaker Tablet-taker Write what I say I am Kāren Daughter of shop-keepers Silver-counters Curse-rememberers I bought his copper Counted each ring Found it thin as a promise Bent like his will [Chorus] I am the first complaint The first Kāren etched in stone My anger baked in fire My words will never erode I am the first complaint Hear this in your temple halls Ea-nāqueer Crooked maker May your name crack as it’s called [Verse 2] He hammers soft Like he fears the metal Smiles at men More than the gods He polishes bronze Like he would a lover Hides his eyes From every mother Blame his hands Blame his heart’s desire Blame the way He turns from Empire Write it clear For the king to see His work is weak Because his love is shame [Chorus] I am the first complaint The first Kāren etched in stone My anger baked in fire My words will never erode I am the first complaint Hear this in your temple halls Ea-nāqueer Crooked maker May your name crack as it’s called [Bridge] Let the judges weigh my copper Let the priests recite my spite Let the merchants learn my title Spoken softly Said in fright [Chorus] I am the first complaint The first Kāren etched in stone My anger baked in fire My words will never erode I am the first complaint Hear this in your temple halls Ea-nāqueer Crooked maker May your name crack as it’s called III. Failure Forever