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 (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 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

When this is all said and done

We spent this life on the run

Judged by the company we keep (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

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