Shall we go dancing upon my grave You and I
My corpse is restless
And my soul knows not of its passing
Oh beautiful roteness
I stumble through the automacy of life
I smile...I Laugh...I move
All rotefull automated lies
My body has been trained to do
What a beautiful puppet
My corpse surely makes
Yet do I? Dream...Plan...Scheme
Strive to be something better than I am
Contimplate God or Godess plan
Wonder who I am truly destined to be
Or do I reside thoughtless
In me the empty shell
So my corpse can play the puppet
My soul can live the lie
And we can dance merrily
Upon my grave You and I
