Are

we

so

a-

lone,

So

dis-

tant,

So

for-

got-

ten,

As

we

think

our-

selves

to

be?

These

are

our

lifes

But

did

they

e-

ver

e-

ven

mat-

ter?

Are

we

worth

re-

mem-

be-

er-

ing?

These

ma-

chines

feed

on

the

tears

of

bro-

ken

lifes

and

dy-

ing

dre-

eams

We’re

throw-

ing

wren-

ches

in

the

gears

Our

lifes

will

not

be

lived

in

va-

ain

When

this

is

all

said

a-

and

done

We

spent

this

life

on

the-

e

run

Judged

by

the

com-

pa-

ny

we

keep

Our

lang-

uage,

bu-

ried

i-

in-

side

These

lungs

that

keep

us

a-

a-

live

We

breathe

so

sel-

fish-

ly

Pro-

mi-

ses

we

plan

to

break

Are

made

in

whis-

pered

voi-

ces

Cause

our

de-

spair

knows

ma-

ny

names

We

make

mis-

takes

But

we

a-

pol-

o-

gize

with

ro-

ses

we

ne-

ver

stop

to

smell

on

the

way

These

ma-

chines

feed

on

the

tears

of

bro-

ken

lifes

and

dy-

ing

dre-

eams

We’re

throw-

ing

wren-

ches

in

the

gears

Our

lifes

will

not

be

lived

in

va-

ain

When

this

is

all

said

a-

and

done

We

spent

this

life

on

the-

e

run

Judged

by

the

com-

pa-

ny

we

keep

Our

lang-

uage,

bu-

ried

i-

in-

side

These

lungs

that

keep

us

a-

a-

live

We

breathe

so

sel-

fish-

ly

We

fell

from

the

sky

to-

day

We

melt

in-

to

ba-

alls

of

clay

We

sell

our-

selves

ev-

e-

ry

da-

ay

Do-

on’t

te-

ell

me

how

to

li-

ive

thi-

is

way

Pushed

so

far

to

the

edge

We

tee-

ter

just

on

the

brink

You

can

lead

me

to

the

blood-

bath

But

you

can’t

make

me

drink

As

these

ma-

chines

feed

on

the

tears

of

bro-

ken

lifes

and

dy-

ing

dreams

We’re

throw-

ing

wren-

ches

in

the

gears

Our

lifes

will

not

be

lived

in

vain

My

life

will

not

be

lived

in

vain