Before our death, we briefly thrive
Enchanted, wild, free, alive
Sweet madness that consumes this life
Of love and hatred, ceaseless strife
Hurling ourselves from a dizzying height
We paint the world in black and white
Burning day and flaming night
We shatter darkness with our light
So short a time to dream, aspire
We live by passion and desire
Lit with evanescent fire
Shining on our final pyre
This deadly game, this suicide
We throw ourselves against the tide
We sink as low, and soar as high
For a fleeting moment we can fly
The ardent soul behind our eyes
Swift to fall and swift to rise
We spiral upward to the sky
We bloom to life, and then we die.
