Alchemisland

Gold all over

Grackle pinions cloak my shoulder

Fuck your opinion, I walk over scrotes like you on the way into the building

Cross the picket, cross my heart

Feed a tophet children, anything to get a start

Anything for my art, starving artist classic, I’ll paint or bard

Fuck it I’ll dance if there’s sufficient bands

Tonight can’t relax, pants fullla ants type energy I’m bringing to your flat

Have to put up because I’m cemented once I pull up

And you paid in advance

Got your fetti make you wait for that medicine for your headache

Take it straight or lace something, we’re not straight laced here

Jailbirds, racists, conspiracy theorists from Tik

Fellatists, hipsters wanting the latest on tick.