The Pizzeria

I had a terrible dream The hour was early I walk in my neighbourhood I turn a corner I see a river of blood With angels drowning Devils with black parachutes Fall down with bare feet On the street With sound of a thunder Incredibly loud My hands are on my ears I had a beautiful dream The hour was late I felt incredibly light A hundred keys in thousand pieces Were flying like dragonflies Over my head into the street It was a beautiful sight Like icicles in light I had a terrible dream The ovens in the pizzeria Were burning like hell And the dryers in the laundrette Were turning red It was a terrible sight I heard the barcodes beep