The man in the cardboard box

We shall all die

The weak and the strong

The poor and those who do not belong

The rich in their towers

The honest and the liars

Whatever age, whatever background

Whether you make a little or a lot of sound, 

From a mouse to an elephant

From a louse to a giant

We shall all die

In the night as the moon passes over

In the day when the sun is 

on your brother

Your sister, your mother 

The neighbour, the greengrocer,

The entrepreneur 

And the man in the cardboard box

In his feet with no socks

We shall all die

Amidst the dying

In the breathing and the sighing

In the emphysema of life, trying 

And the torture of death

From property to wealth

From sin to stealth 

The long walk home 

In the city streets under the lamp

Whether a goth, a man, 

The child or the tramp

We should all die

Die, die die

In this last breath

When it felt like death

When you ran across greenfield

In your final test

Under stars that explode

And worlds that implode

Before the mother, the 

Father, 

In the fields and on the rocks

Across the oceans and the paddocks

We shall die

Die, die

Amidst the ghosts

Of your self; 

In your poverty and your wealth

From presidents to the man under the bridge

From residents old and young, 

In the ditch

No one should escape

No one shall escape

From the end for 

We shall all die

Die, die

D

I

E

We the living

In the end of the giving

The forgiving

We shall all

In the tear of an eye, 

I, you 

We shall all die 

This day, this eve

This grave, in this sleeve

In this beard, this box

This life, this rock

Upon this rock 

We shall all die

Die, die

Die