Alchemisland

My scores burnt hotter than the Core, windows obscured hotter in the car

Than the dark December night outside, took a moonlight drive to lover’s lane

An escaped madman, mentally deranged, escaped from jail today, keep safe says

The voice on the radio, all she has on is a keepsake around her neck, a snake

Charm to repel harm, take every chance what harm can do it do, better safe

Than sorry, better they find no bodies, I’m nobody when it’s time to get naughty

No pretence it’s very saucy and I’m not half as bossy as I am telling you to floss

Or make sure the count is flawless, something more lawless comes to the fore

I’m cumming regardless of whether you are, something drumming

Can’t hear it over the guitar solo playing, Kerry King no chill on the frets

Don’t fret even if you can see your breath, neither of us saw the threat

Looming on the threshold, his vengeful visage immune to the cold

He looked young and old simultaneously, a tale told of crimes most heinous

We are more famous as bodies than we ever were as lovers, hobbyists

Start podcasts eager to put someone behind bars

Just as eager to find sponsorship deals, quit working in Marks

And Sparks before the Christmas madness starts, bonuses lower

Than a double amputee’s punch machine score, growing

Interest in our case, netflix announced a docuseries today

My family haven’t consented to involvement, hope they solve it

My insolvent soul watches patiently until the last time someone says my name

I am pained to say I am painted over, it is all over, fat lady fat controller

Game over screen I should be well used to, still shocks me

Videos about my premature demise on youtube, cops accused of lies

Cover ups by high ups, the media in alliance compounding the ruse

A noose around the neck of any spook who chooses newspaper truth

Over his fellow boys in blue, regardless of what they do, the whistle blew

The whispers grew in volume, the conspirators behind the columns

Left him with one thousand stabwounds, bleeding onto albumen

Hued altar flags, burning bloodstained rags near Baggot Street bridge

Fridge cold so they hold their hands above the flames, betrayal

You will never again be named, cops will obfuscate details

Create false trails for sleuths to waste time with.