stardust, you.
impenetrable, irreversible.
didn’t you hear?
a thing like death’s coming,
cower, crouch, run –
death izza comin’!
cower, stardust, you.
i know a thing, and that thing is this:
beauty’s your cross to bear.
i’m sorry, baby, but beauty’s your curs-ed cross.
you be sparkling much too much.
you superb supernova.
death izza comin’!
impenetrable, irreversible.
yet all they’s see’s the sparkle,
unlike unbreakable bonds that created you
to core, from core
yet all they’s see’s gold luminescence
yet yet
death izza comin’!
yet yet
you survived big bangs, baby
you survived THE big bang
baby
you survived
yet yet
death izza comin’
and all they can see
is gold luminescence
all they can see’s sparkle
all they’s can comment on
is whether you shine just right in the event of unfortunate explosion
while death izza comin’
your way
because, baby doll, precious –
beauty’s your cross to bear
i’m sorry, baby, precious girl
beauty’s your curs-ed god-given cross
and death izza comin’ straight
for you.
yet yet
by god you sparkle
by god that is your death, this sparkle,
by god, by god, yet yet –
you are pillar, you are strength
you are the things this god dreamt of
you are stardust
and when a thing like death’s coming,
stand, stare, stay put
impenetrable, irreversible
you are still stardust, you.
Still think you should write lyrics.