The fires are burnin & I can hardly see through all the smoke I guess you live too free if you're bespoke Until you try to breathe, you'll never choke

The world's a turnin Like the crankshaft of a car in a garage & are you sure the door's not a mirage? The driver's song is on, the keys are lodged

So tiptoe with me Through the looking glass to northern lights Both chess & Revelations have four knights Dip your line into the pond, find out what bites