Death Of A Salesman lyrics
Song information
Artist: If Hope Dies Album: Siege Equipment For Spiritual Decline
Lyrics
This is the final countdown The hands on the clock Become the hands upon your throat Take a hard look at your time card Add up all the hours The weeks, the months and years Think of all the time that you've sold away Of all the smiles, laughter and passion You've left behind
One of many, you file into the lines Your hopes and dreams diminished Is it worth what you're being given? Can all the moments torn away ever be replaced? Is the one life you've been given All going to waste?
Success is meaningless if you've sold your soul to accomplish it All the money in the world won't be able to lift this weight from your chest
This is the final countdown The hands on the clock Become the hands upon your throat
Neckties are like the subtle noose Hanging from the gallows Swaying in the winds of progress A lifetime of subservience Swept away by this Hurricane of deception
One of many, you file into the lines Your hopes and dreams diminished Is it worth what you're being given? Can all the moments torn away ever be replaced? Is the one life you've been given All going to waste?
The hands on the clock Are the hands on your throat
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"Siege Equipment For Spiritual Decline" album track list
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