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Breaking myself down But you don't want us dead, just barely alive But not really living And we cut ourselves to survive and bleed dry Will we be able to leave this behind? Is this the sum of our discontent? Or something we do to ourselves? We sell ourselves short You want water from stones These stones are broken Gravel can't bleed for you Sum of our discontent? Or something we do to ourselves? Discarded when there's nothing left Another cog replaced In the machine wasted Hung out to die I won't let you take me alive I've stopped killing myself for you From Letras Mania