Twisted tensions, polarize
and sometimes heal w/ pretty eyes
Though the stars make up their minds
Peace w/ you, in briefest time

Oh Mars is cruel, w/ war and womb
and gestation in Neptunes tomb
you helped me speed, relieve the moon
though Pluto is cold and I'm leaving soon

Live in times where whispers win
and cartels carry forgotten sin
When the end is near I will wish for respiration
Death may be too boring for one born to run

Run w/ warlords and Gods, the light
until the ethers rise and spike
the people then begin to fight
and man and woman are alike