Lyrics

Live Forever or Die in the Attempt

As we approach the interface
into the great beyond,
the hardest part of running the race
is letting go of the baton.
Will we be the ancestors
of future generations,
or will they be non sequiturs
despite our aspirations?

Can we reconcile the schism
between entity and entropy
through nocturnal vampirism
or menstrual lycanthropy?
As we contemplate the chasm
between hope and expectation,
between flesh and ectoplasm,
between love and desolation.

We were forged in a crucible
of primordial soup.
We are irreproducible,
and lost at one fell swoop.
The phoenix on the pyre
is a pyrrhic victory.
It’s not tempered by the fire.
It’s just rotisserie.

There’s nothing here to pilfer.
There’s nothing in the purse.
There is no gold or silver.
There’s just the mummy’s curse.
As we contemplate the chasm
between hope and expectation,
between flesh and ectoplasm,
between love and desolation.