Whether you're
Afraid and cower
Or you have a
Thirst for power
We all wind up in the grave
And every one is built the same
Mull it over
Take your time
No one gets out
Of this world alive
Good or bad it
Makes no difference
We all suffer through
This existence
Ashes to ashes
Burnt to cinders
Thown in a bag and
Put out with the garbage
You should be
Ashamed
You get so high
It seems
On the smell
Of your own piss
Once the heart stops
And your skin turns blue
Brain dead rigor mortus
The fire is waiting for you
Sorry to say you're not special
Full of pride but emotionally Damaged
Blinded by entitlement
But the caskets fit us just the Same
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
The body is a vessel
That must be entombed
Buried in the ground
Or fire set to the bones
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
I just hope my death
Makes more sense than
My life
Ever did
Whether you're a sinner
Or live by the good book
We all will burn up in the Furnace
Sifting through the ashes
There is No one obsolete
We're all equals
In the eyes of the mortician
As he stitches up your mouth
And fits us for the calling hours
Once on the slab there's no Turning back
Sorry to say
You're not special
Full of pride but
Emotionally damaged
Blinded by entitlement
But the caskets will
Fit us just the same
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal
All men are cremated equal