"All Kinds of Alchemy is a song about attempting to find balance, and a purgatory, whilst at the same time, accepting that your life, and your mind, is in a state of chaos. This song was written as an acceptance of the Jekyll and Hyde nature of music and my character, and how I'm trying to stay in control of it." - Tim Brooks
My subconscious is a lighthouse, shining on the rocks in my head
An intermittent signal light, switching from blue to red
And I can have days, where I’m barely fazed
And others my neurones flash up in a blaze
But I found a symmetry, a perfect kinda purgatory
Where everything balances out.
And the artist, the ambulance, I never agree
Which one’s the imposter, and which one is me
And the sky it burns red as I count down from three
I’m fire, I’m water, I’m all kinds of alchemy.
Well, the devil and the angel used to sit on the tops of my arms
Used to do me a mischief, and oh such terrible harm
But I found a way to supress them
Never ever ever try to second guess them
Consider it yang, consider it yin
A square in a circle, the length of a string
And Jekyll and Hyde, learnt how to survive
In an imperfect balance of opposite sides
And sometimes the spectre comes out from the night and says,
“Try your level best to survive”
And that’s when I go up and say….
I won’t let you down.