Get it then it’s gone sure
Barely leaves a smell, no dent
No goodbye when I leave the tent
Leave a fiver, best I ever spent
Nox fire, black lines driveway
White lines my nose’s inside
White lines, ghosting up the A5 no lights
Stealth mode, long drive’s what I need
Alongside an ocean only sound, windows down, forearm out
Speed surpassing any steed, even Arabian breeds
Car so big it qualifies as an Air BNB on wheels, I’ve got meals
I’ve got Saxon pealing, Wheels of Steel, back then men were real
Says he about album covers gayer than Burroughs’ Queer
I’m sending pics back, mood clear, looking Playboy Pete Steele
She’s peeping them, on the pig’s back for real
Monged out, side to sideing in the vroom fast aisle
Merging violent, no slowdown like a cast pilum
Hitting walls or tearing up insides, no middle
No acquittal no meeting of minds no quitting no meeting
Dig my feet in, let’s fight.
Alchemisland 
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