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