If Hope Dies Death Of A Salesman Lyrics

Death Of A Salesman 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