If Hope Dies Seige Equipment For Spiritual Decline Lyrics

Seige Equipment For Spiritual Decline Lyrics

Those roads and streets they cut. 

They cut off circulation. 

Just
like chains around my wrists. 

Yeah. 

Pushing me in these same
directions. 

Caught in a maze of dull routine. 

A body in motion, a
mind crippled in inertia. 

Looking for an avenue of escape. 



Begging for release, from these paths worn thin. 

The feelings that
I've seen and done all this before. 



Rushing straight towards us
all. 

We feel the callings of our futures. 

The push and full, the
force of time continues ever forward. 

Our hopes and dreams overcome. 

Crumbled by forced reason. 

Two tide of age and despair. 

Dashing
us against walls we've erected. 

Buried below the weight of our
screams.



To live and die and lose the sense of. 

What it is
that makes us strong. 

Is the single greatest crime. 

Which we are
all guilty of. 

To let the fire in our hearts. 

Wink out without
slightest protest. 

The sound of progress thundering in our ears. 



To feel the wind across my face. 

I'll tear these towers down.


And embrace the day. 



Rushing straight towards us all. 

We feel the calling of our futures. 

The push and pull of time. 

The force of time continues ever forward. 



To live and die and
lose the sense of. 

What it is that makes us strong. 

Is the single
greatest crime. 

Which we are all guilty of. 

To let the fire in our
hearts. 

Wink out without slightest protest. 

The sound of progress
thundering in our ears.