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Are we so alone, so distant, so
As we think to be?
are our lives, but did they 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

When is all said and done
We this life on the run
Judged by the 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

machines feed on the tears
Of broken and dying dreams
We're throwing 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 language buried
These that keep us alive
We breathe so

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

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

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