Baby Piano, Pt. 1
Swallowing diamonds
A cutting throat
Your teeth when your breath
Reflecting beams on tombstones
A jamboree of surprises
Playing Russian roulette
Or the lucky clip
A clenched fist to your heart
Coal dust on your lungs
A silver tongue for the chosen one
Heavy magnum in your side or a bloody
thorn
Skating bullets on angel dust
In the dead sea of fluid mercury
Baby piano crues
Under your heave index and thumb
Pull some strings-let them sing
The stars that shine
And the stars that shriek
In the face of stagnation the water runs
Before your eyes
Dazzle
It's a glittering prize
