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

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

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

Promises we plan to break are made in whispered
'Cause our despair knows names
We mistakes but we apologize with roses
We never stopped to on the way

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

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

We fell from the sky
We melt into balls of
We ourselves everyday
tell me how to live this way

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

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