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

Pray that all is forgotten Lay to rest Bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at once Who I once was has died Never feel the ills of breakin' down

This is for long-forgotten Light at the end of the world Horizon crying So long ago The tears he left behind long ago An old man by a seashore At the end of day Gazes the horizon With seawinds in his face

I don't recall at all There's nothing, there's nothing there And I don't understand why I've forgotten everything about you 'Til someone says your name I've forgotten all the reasons I loved you 'Til someone tells me that you rang 'I get along without

Where is the line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us aren't blind! Here today, but forgotten tomorrow! When did they assume? Putting on a costume Gave them a right to ostracize Out of the woodwork art aficionados Answer one question? Between your

Give me a pencil and paper, I just want to figure your time Well I'm gonna put it down in black and white, you know I ain't lyin' On the twelfth of April and the year in 19 and 61 On the twelfth of April and the year a 19 and 61 Ya know I watched it, a

Alexander Hamilton In New York you can be a new man What's your name, man? In New York you can be a new man How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished

Replicated errors, we smash against these glaciers of mistakes And find ourselves drowning in the flood We fold in difficult fashion, pinions clipped and forgotten So we grow fray and suffer the cold Like a shiver inside our own reason Your feigned

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be