Thorns that pierce
Contemplative stone
In neon light
Blood and mud
Heroes and fools
Drenched in regret
And shame
It's all dust
And random chance
Dust and chance!
The locks that have no key
Ambivalent and free
Absent, distant
Plastic transcendence
Stripping your bones
Of dying flesh
Faces so pale
Claws so black
It's all dust
And random chance
Fathered by stars
Which shine no more
Dust and chance!
The locks that have no key
Ambivalent and free
Absent, distant
Plastic transcendence