A song confronting the right-wing ghosts of the past and present with absurdist humour, and comically dark vocabulary. The first verse is written as a narrative detailing several politically motivated, yet improbable feats of violence carried out by Ashton’s superego, The Macabre Chap.

The second verse takes recent events into account, and utterly lampoons society’s preconceived notions that young men of colour are inherently criminal. This is done by describing various extremely exaggerated criminal acts that are carried out by Ashton’s Id, The Chartered Anarchist, however various supernatural feats (such as necromancy and referring to himself as a mage) are interwoven with these acts to give the verse a sense of absurdity, which signifies the verse’s sardonic nature. This song is essentially abstract social commentary, with a huge dose of dark humour and imagery thrown in for good measure.

Intro

This is for the marginalised… Those who cannot breathe…
Asphyxiated by a society that places no value upon their lives…
Peace has so far been ineffective…
We must drag them to the very depths of Tartarus itself…

Verse 1

The Macabre Chap, deus art deco dark rap, the tsar strapped
He harkened, they asked him if masking the Marx skin
For Stalin had crafted his scarring
Necrotic synopsis their optics were not quick!
An aura of pourquoi, he caustically ordered Majora
To slander and slaughter the bourgeois, Ghidora distorter
Daikaijuu surprised you in haiku
Prescribed through his IQ, at high noon, defined roots
Refined DOOM, malpractice enacted
He fractured Ms. Thatcher, her factions now fractious as atoms
Abstraction of Ashton, lobotomise and sodomise with torrid knives
Then ostracise her horrid cries, demoralise with omnicide,
He auctioned misfortune to orphans, exporting the organs* most awkward,
With caution to Auckland, and authored the ordinance, discordant recordings
A malady, his majesty

Refrain

Intrinsic, the misfit’s existence…
Intrinsic, the misfit’s existence…
Intrinsic, the misfit’s existence…

Verse Two

A Chartered Anarchist, discarded the carcass of Amish alarmists,
Then garnished the partridge, a sous-chef infused death,
Profuse decks, enthuse heads,
Irrelevant! The replicant of revenants is resident, Embellishment! The hellish stench of consequence, A strange beast, depraved speech, from Thane’s beak,
Ingrained fiend of Clarendon; Immaculate!
The amulet of Nazareth; dismantled it, with tacit spit,
He’s Lazarus!, mismanaged ribs, the famished pig!
He inspects the simplex on sin’s wench,
Succinct lech, he’ll invest then index the pink flesh, his skin vexed, sensation was vacant,
The Mage he disdains them, those stained with constraining arraignments,
A vagrant, in slaves skin, his blade seen as vorpal,
Distort fools with sawtooth, death additive,
The placid twit, abandoned ship,
A tragic script, determined he’s vermin,
Suburban insurgent, that’s heaven sent to Exocet the one percent!

Refrain

Intrinsic, the misfit’s existence…
Intrinsic, the misfit’s existence…
Intrinsic, the misfit’s existence…

Notes

*Organs as in organs of the state.

*This is not to be taken at face value. It is an abstract piece. Treat it as such.