Alchemisland

Eagle in such heat it flew the desert for my street

Bring that heat with it, soon as I see get withered

Soon as you sleep I’m creeping, steeling against a car door

Stealing glances through your front door, sprint across the lawn

With the bangstick in hand like Richard Hammond gripping the gearstick

And handbrake on Top Gear as he spins out of control, except without fear

I’m reeling off repetitions, like Stewart Lee is in the building, quickwit

Agenbite of inwit should be committed, daylight villain

Clock you need fillings

I’m so close I can hear the grandfather clock of your heart beating

Long to decease it, dread’s surcease, cheeping cheeeping voice in my head

Make the living to the undead, I carve a line across the head and get stuck in

Keep the heel for me slathered in butter, I’m having beans with brains and guts

I spray it and run, he’s over slumped, he’s over slumming, he’s begging

One more chance and I’ll be holy, potato how I roast him

Baste him in his own juices, kiss him on the face a Judas

Depending on the mood you might get it silently from the back

In the night all you’ll hear is the crack, behind you like your backpack

Hope you got a bag packed, something to get the mag wrapped

Before someone grabs that bird and makes it squawk.