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 (oh oh, oh) We're throwing wrenches in the gears Our lives will not be lived in vain (oh oh, oh) When this is all said and done We spend 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 (oh oh, oh) We're throwing wrenches in the gears Our lives will not be lived in vain (oh oh, oh) When this is all said and done We spend 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 We fell from the sky today We melt into balls of clay We sell ourselves every day Don't tell me how to live this way (live this way) Pushed so far to the edge We teeter just on the brink (oh oh, oh) You can lead me to the bloodbath But you can't make me drink (oh oh, oh) As these machines feed on the tears Of broken lives and dying dreams (oh oh, oh) We're throwing wrenches in the gears Our lives will not be lived in vain (oh oh, oh) My life will not be lived in vain