Spit in my eye

Dance upon my grave

Am I your sacred sinner

Or just another slave

Do I know where the play

Is supposed to begin

Am I just molded clay

Or is there another end

We burn so bright

And brief

In this life

Fire-flies

Shining

For just one night

What makes us live

What makes us die

Why do we strive

What makes us try?

In the matrix of matter

We sputter in puny efforts

To seem prolific or profound

Failing in our limited means

To see how life abounds

Maybe there's only one shot

To get this story right

One fateful star caught

Blazing trails in the night

Spit in my eye

Dance upon my grave

Am I your sacred sinner

Or just another slave

Do I know where the play

Is supposed to begin

Am I just molded clay

Or is there another end