Keys- by: unknown forgotten

This is an unnofficial union
Which holds strong to nothing
With electric heartbeats
And computerized drum beats
She didn't know the difference
Anyone can make a record
Anyone can play the harp
-if they try hard enough

And the chosen will pull halo's out from their pockets
Grow wings from their asses and invisibly stalk us
What I thought was a guitar was synthetic
What they used to say was prophetic
10 fingers can play 10 keys
No more no less consecutively
And that's why my fingers bleed
Not from tension, not from speed
But from passion and 66 and 88 keys.