Ashes to ashes
As mine slowly fall
The dead cannot speak
But if listened, they'll call
And I reek of the dead,
And the dying, myself,
As it goes to my head
That a life is a death.
I'm standing alone,
As alone as I'll die,
Regardless of those
Who will doubtless stand by
And the buildings and windows
That I never built
Relieve within me
Some extraneous guilt.
See, born as we were,
By extension was I,
Without obligation
To those who have died
We live in the cities
We technically rent
But the landlords, now dead
Can't collect all this debt
So the headstones and pillars
Don't represent me,
But there's one in the future
To which I'll be freed
So Manhattan, Manhattan,
There's stones in my eyes,
Reflecting old dirt and a rat in the sky.