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...
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...
