Three AM

I see the old spot where I used to play my piano in the street, that was before the chimera came out.

 

A huge ungodly looking beast with tusks that scratched the ground

 

They torch our play grounds, and destroy our streets, keeping a keen eye while you sleep.

 

The fish start flying through the sky killing all the blue jays.

 

We are no longer evil, but just harlequins in a game where only the rocks win

 

I keep driving the piano down broad Ave. the slippery highways left behind by the chimera's drool

 

Make me swerve against the oceans tide

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