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