I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To

Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even