Line your ducks up in a row
Inventory of what you owe
Your worth is based on an ideal
But you can't feel what isn't real
Enjoy the view while it lasts
Step on those with less
The only thing you'll feel is stress...
Waste your days
under the ribs of d**h
Company man until your last breath
Crumbling walls in your
mansion of doubt
Forcing you to live without
Clotheslined by the changing age
Can't escape the mess
The only thing you'll feel is stress...
Eulogy written on a
career of commitment
What counts to them
is how much time you've spent