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Are we so alone, so distant, so
As we ourselves to be?
These are our lives, but did ever even matter?
Are we remembering?

These machines feed on the
Of broken and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the
Our will not be lived in vain

When this is all and done
We this life on the run
by the company we keep
Our buried inside
These lungs that us alive
We breathe so

Promises we plan to break are made in voices
'Cause our despair knows names
We make mistakes but we apologize with
We stopped to smell on the way

These machines on the tears
Of broken and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the
Our will not be lived in vain

When this is all said and
We spent life on the run
Judged by the company we
Our language inside
These lungs that us alive
We so selfishly

We fell the sky today
We into balls of clay
We sell ourselves
Don't me how to live this way

so far to the edge
We just on the brink
You can me to the bloodbath
But you can't make me

As these feed on the tears
Of broken lives and dreams
We're wrenches in the gears
Our will not be lived in vain
Our lives will not be lived in