we all slum it in the end

we all slum it in the end

even when

we turn dirt to gold

refuse

to do

what we're told

turn gold to dirt

refuse

to do

what we should

we all slum it in the end

in the dirt -

as it sticks to our souls

and the mire -

as it fills our empty holes

in the coffin -

where we rest

or the fire -

did we pass the test?

we all slum it in the end

be it

in a mausoleum-

hallowed territory

in a crematorium -

another fiery story

in a graveyard -

how do you assess glory?

or out to sea -

as one with waves' story

none are greater

none are lesser

all return

to soil

like shellfish

crumble

into mere sand

so too

will the kind

will the selfish

the best

the worst

we all slum it in the end

so why

continue

persist

pretend

we don't

need

a friend

that we don't

need

anyone else

when you're

willing

to forsake

all

at stake

for an extra coin

we all slum it in the end

forget

rags or riches

forget

selfish twitches

we all slum it in the end

ones who'll watch

neverending pain

ones who'll grieve

neverending pain

for you

for me

for us

we all slum it in the end