Chip The Black Boy - Culling Song

Alive but not quite
But lifelike emissary of the twilight
Ushering in permanent midnight
Bearing pyrite and promises
Setting up shops and offices
For the sleepwaking populace

Make yourself at hell
My home is your cell
You're the secret that I’ll keep and never tell
I'm the crack in the rotting raven's eggshell
The poison in the well, the tear in your sail
The rust in the bell in the black church
The smell in the blackhurst
Taking jacob’s ladder
Breaking it in half for the bonfire which I make and dance around naked
Aged ghosteses howl, I propose a toast to the sacred owl god

I'm the odious varmint, emanating odors of Odin's armpit
I'm the good ship sinker, the ghoul drool drinker
Stinking up the planet, ancient skulls and amulets I banish with
My plan is sick, I make a sandwich with a mammoth's lips
Taking advantage of your mismanaged establishment

I ambush it, abandon it and vanish quick
Brandishing a bramble stick and a rare manuscript which I hold to a candle wick
This is the song of the ambulance sirens
It's calling for a culling;
A killing for less than a shilling
I'm the cheapest hitman, a bargain-rate assassin
Unfastening clasps of straightjackets of madmen

This is what you made me
These are the weapons that you gave me
Your negligence raised me
Damned and you can't save me
I’m chinseled from the same tree
As the stake that impaled me

Cackling with the fire crackling, suckling the sap out of a sapling
Conspiring with bad kings, praying for a tragedy
Preying on the atrophied, playing with your sanity
Playing all humanity

Draped in a canopy of poison oak and mugwort
Lurking in the thicket with the crickets and a rat corpse
Setting boobytraps and time bombs with no purpose
By the way, you’re cursed if you heard this

This is what you made me
These are the weapons that you gave me
Your government pays me to brainwash your babies
You bled and misled me
Fed me everything deadly
Armored and armed me
Now no army can harm me