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