Monochrome Chameleons

the leather train the house without doors both inside of the brain one is and one roars there's a whale breathing slowly on the slope of an anthill the chorus said that the lords are dead and sand is made in a land mill the midnight flight was interrupted by monochrome chameleons and after that enough said we're through silly aeons a craven suitcase a chessboard cab and drums from thirteenth floor make me riven make me sad and now I have to go pardon me