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