Everything's eventual, as far as I can tell
The threat of heaven, the promise of hell

The freedom to be a slave, upgrade to a bigger cage
The book's blank back cover, when there's no more page

Everything's eventual, as far as I can tell
It's downhill from here, down death's dark well

A head first collision, your soul splattered all over the stars
Back to your cell, living death screaming through your bars

Everything ends, with a measure of subtlety and scorn
You and me, and the oddity of being born

Everything's eventual, a stinking grave our eternal home
Everything ends, me and you and this miserable poem.