^V^isions Of Mars
Drugs and booze have led some people to believe,
in sex and lies and rock and roll and they are lost,
forever chasing tales and their own anatomy.
In hopes of someday
being something in this world.
How many people have to die
before ewe can see.
That the king of this eternity
has tails.
And horns and jails
and coffins
lined up against the wall.
Just waiting
not so patiently
for all of ewe to fall.
Martian landscape fills my screen:
green-eyed monsters dancing
falling damned into the dust
dust dust dust red dust.
Lust.
