Locks
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Some will believe the fashionable fantasies
And the fairy tale romances
But at the end of the day everything has locks on it
And at the
end of the day we all feel it where it hurts most.
.. ..
Hope is in the hands of those who find themselves tired and
empty handed
After a
long day of digging their own graves
.. ..
And looking down at those worn-out hands
You come to realize that you are the toolsthe machines
And slowly
you are breaking
And there will come a time when they will not pay you for your
hands.
.. ..
The freedom to be slaves is the only freedom allowed
The freedom to grow old from overwork
Minds growing narrow, hearts beating slowly
As they take you hour by hour.
.. ..
They count their money as you count your tears
And now THEIR profit rules both their life and yours.
................
Some will believe the fashionable fantasies
And the fairy tale romances
But at the end of the day everything has locks on it
And at the
end of the day we all feel it where it hurts most.
.. ..
Hope is in the hands of those who find themselves tired and
empty handed
After a
long day of digging their own graves
.. ..
And looking down at those worn-out hands
You come to realize that you are the toolsthe machines
And slowly
you are breaking
And there will come a time when they will not pay you for your
hands.
.. ..
The freedom to be slaves is the only freedom allowed
The freedom to grow old from overwork
Minds growing narrow, hearts beating slowly
As they take you hour by hour.
.. ..
They count their money as you count your tears
And now THEIR profit rules both their life and yours.