It doesn’t matter who you are
It doesn’t matter what you do
In the end we all fucking lose
Success will not be measured in your financial status

But in how you benefit those who surround you
We’re all just waiting to be consumed
The earth is patient, we are its food
In the journey to the great beyond your possessions are left behind

To be thrown in America’s great pyramids of trash
Burnt alive so fast that the ashes of my past
Disintegrate with the hope of building new life

In the end we’re turned to ashes
To be thrown into the wind
I’m waiting to be consumed by the Sun