You’ve spent your days going after
money and success
Now you’re a slave to your
American express
But one day you’ll find out there’s
Things money can’t buy
And that the life you’ve lived was
Nothing but a lie
All your rainbows painted grey
All your dreams faded away
Nine to five, Monday to Friday
They walk the earth
Choking in suit and tie, begging
For a rebirth
Nine to five, Monday to Friday
They go to hell
Eaten alive by a monster
They’ve served so well
So was it worth this filthy
Empire you’ve built
When you put yourself to sleep
With regret and guilt
Secretly craving thoughts and dreams
That you once had
Now every morning all you do’s
Waking up dead
Live a life of dying days
Fucked up by the money chase
When there's no more room in hell ... the dead will walk the earth
Are they alive? Are they asleep?
Or just fallen in this too deep?
Will they come back? Will they return?
Or are they all condemned to burn?
As I look into their dead eyes
They’re trying to come back to life
But for this now it is too late
What’s done is done, they’ve sealed their fates
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