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



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



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 (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

My life will not be lived in vain!