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?
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
[Chorus] When this is all said and done We've 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 Cuz' our despair knows many names We make mistakes But we apologize with roses We never stopped to smell on 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
[Chorus]
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 Throwing wrenches in the gears Our lives will not be lived in vain