Key to things beyond my ken
Obelisk tip is called Ben Ben
It represents primordial land
Song stage on which Atum stands.
Drive what feels like ages
Trees instead of walls still cages
My life a thousand variations on beiges
Need captain’s holiday on a Bejor lakeshore, no room on Risa
Always expecting a downpour, won’t die poor
Silver as a mirror in another mirror
Others flame-flecked like old opals
Some pink as jaipur
Incredible pearls you think they dyed them
Bends immune the types who dive down
Down more often than whore drawers
In my boot got more shit than full diaper.
I hit every go faster stripe
Owe to the wren boys
I’ve gotta pay the piper
Oh how she ren, boys
Like she outran a sniper.
Engine making guttural noise
Drive fast like Kia Boys
Driving through familiar blocks
I know every inch of my box
Often saw Austin Os
His Zos Kia Cultus
Not working out for him, he’s paper thin and gets no money in
The avenue he lives on is council, secluded
Occluded by cross streets, devil spots where roads meet
His lost kitschy culdesac
An Alfa Romeo outside a betting shop
A whole alphabet of desires he’s not
Acquiring, lights on the fritz could be faulty wiring
Could be the wages of all that devil dialling
Says it’s all intention but the words are violent
Sky colour of darkthrone covers
Colour of never cleaned ovens.
Alchemisland 
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