Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Dirt to dirt and rust to rust

No matter the value of human life

In the end we all harden, cold as ice

The wealthy in his mausoleum

The beggar decaying in the slums

Each have their final resting place

To sleep in honor or disgrace

But inside caskets carved from trees

And bodies thrown into the seas

Each man becomes terrestrial trash

We are all nothing more than ash