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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 worth

These feed on the tears
Of lives and dying dreams
We're wrenches in the gears
Our lives not be lived in vain

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

Promises we plan to break are in whispered voices
our despair knows many names
We make mistakes but we apologize roses
We stopped to smell on the way

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

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

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

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

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