You try and chase illusions

To become a god like Mars

Bringing you to wrong conclusions

I see you reaching for the stars

You think you hide your scars

Oh the things your mind does twist

As you chase shiny black cars

Your dreams are simply mist

I remember the child I once kissed

But you’ve forgotten who you were

Now a soiled and cancerous cyst

Once like a temple of pure myhr

Forgotten racing through soft peat

And the flowers at your feet