Blue Like Mars

Baby you know it’s not about you
Orbiting as it is around you
Soon to be clear
Beyond your domain
Doesn’t it stink to be human?
Fallible, weak. So tiresome
How could a god create a beast so low?
How should I know?
Baby you know it’s not about you
All of the bars around the black holes
Teeming with freedmen and glorioles
Waiting for new stars to break on through
Brokers and lawyers in the back rooms
Briefcases filled with profane sums
Cadillac waiting by the sub-space port
All aboard
Baby you know it’s not about you
Baby you know it’s not about you
Neutron Star
Beautiful remnant in the night sky
Blue like Mars
Blue like any other street light
Afraid of the dark
Afraid of nothing
Afraid of the future
When it’s not about you
Baby you know it’s not about you
Orbiting as it is around you
Soon to be clear
Beyond your domain
Three volcanoes and a rose bush
Soon to be nothing, soon enough
Seven of diamonds to the eight of spades