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

These machines on the tears
Of broken lives and dying
throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be in vain

When is all said and done
We spent this on the run
by the company we keep
Our language buried
These lungs keep us alive
We breathe so

we plan to break are made in whispered voices
'Cause our despair many names
We mistakes but we apologize with roses
We stopped to smell on the way

These machines feed on the
Of broken lives and dreams
We're wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in

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

We fell the sky today
We melt into of clay
We ourselves everyday
Don't tell me how to this way

Pushed so far to the
We teeter just on the
You can me to the bloodbath
But you can't me drink

As these machines feed on the
Of broken and dying dreams
throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives not be lived in vain
Our lives will not be lived in