New Machines And The Wasted Life

If you found the sun in me,
Would you make me work until I died?
Would you count the times I laughed?
Would you count all the times I cried?

New machines and the wasted life.

If I found the sun in you,
Would you use it just to get your way?
Would you use my broken back?
Would you break me every day?
If we found the sun in us,
It would never be the same.
We would never have to break.
We would never feel such pain.

New machines and the wasted life.