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
Fathered by stars which shine no more