Tip The Scales

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