Are we so alone,   So distant,   So forgotten,   As we think ourselves to be?      These are our lives   But did they ever even matter?   Are we worth remembering?      These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams   We’re throwing wrenches in the gears   Our lives will not be lived in vain      When this is all said and done   We spent this life on the run   Judged by the company we keep      Our language, buried inside   These lungs that keep us alive   We breathe so selfishly      Promises we plan to break   Are made in whispered voices   Cause our despair knows many names      We make mistakes   But we apologize with roses we never stop to smell along the way      These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams   We’re throwing wrenches in the gears   Our lives will not be lived in vain      We fell from the sky today   We melt into balls of clay   We sell ourselves everyday   Don’t tell me how to live this way      Pushed so far to the edge   We teeter just on the brink   You can lead me to the bloodbath   But you can’t make me drink      As these machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams   We’re throwing wrenches in the gears   Our lives will not be lived in vain   Our lives will not be lived in vain