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

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

When is all said and done
We spent this on the run
Judged by the we keep
Our buried inside
These that keep us alive
We so selfishly

Promises we plan to break are made in voices
'Cause our despair knows many
We make mistakes but we with roses
We never to smell on the way

These machines feed on the
Of lives and dying dreams
throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in

this is all said and done
We spent this on the run
by the company we keep
Our buried inside
These that keep us alive
We so selfishly

We from the sky today
We melt into of clay
We sell ourselves
Don't tell me how to live way

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

As these machines feed on the
Of lives and dying dreams
We're throwing in the gears
Our lives not be lived in vain
Our lives not be lived in vain