Your soul jumped into mine
And we lost track of time
There are no rules
Nor obligations
Just skeletons  and temptations!
We rule this soul, no objection...
What shall we do with our deception?
Business or pleasure? My sweet accomplice...
Drink and be merry?
Or divide and conquer?
Shall we claim this world unfit?
And "off" them all in spite of it?
They call us Gods and then they bow
Beneath our heavy furrowed brow
Our hallowed words shall remain
Until the very end of days
There will be statues in our honor
Our words of "wisdom" carved there after!