I know I'm just some kind of machine
    aware of my history and moment now.
    I can guess at tomorrow and expect
    another disappointing day or death.

    We're born into the sea and crawl
    to sand onto the rocks and end as
    plaster statues frozen in Times
    Square among junkies and ******.

    Spinning on this top we call Earth
    we can't understand and time that
    is seconds and a billion lifetimes
    we feel lucky and cursed and loved.