Texty: Zebrahead. Phoenix. Juggernauts.

Watching anvils falling all around
They can break our bones when they hit the ground
Their sirens scream without a sound
So we numb ourselves with drink to drown

Got it clocked in, bar coded names
Zeros and ones, compose again
Now the roofs on fire but it starts to rain
So clench your fists and enjoy the pain

Think back to the ways of yesterday
It's the I in team, raised renegade
To the punk rock clubs and razor blades
Where throwaway kids could serenade

We lost control again, we lost control again
We lost control, gotta find a way to make amends
To fight the end, take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of argument

Dropping down the well that time forgot
These scars they show they care a lot
The sky would tremble like a juggernaut
At the things we do and what we saw

But one by one we fall the same
How much to lose, not much to gain
So have your hope up another train
Then pinch yourself and see what remains

Think back to the ways of yesterday
So we never even have to get paid to play
Got a backpack filled with a lot to say
But the words have only thrown away

We lost control again, we lost control again
We lost control, gotta find a way to make amends
We write the end, take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of argument

We won't wait, we were the lost, but we've found
We can't wait, our lungs are calling
We won't wait, we're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognize us

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of argument

We lost control again, we lost control again
We lost control and a loss of breath we are
And we're breaking up, there's no use settling

So when will the waiting end
If we don't pretend like a shotgun awakening
To pull off a pinned down land
Shed your skin 'cause they is shuddering

So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barreling
We're freezing to reinvent our miscontent
The sound is deafening

We want control again, we want control again
We want control, gotta find a way to make amends
To fight the end, take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of argument

We won't wait, no, we were the lost but we've found
We can't wait, no, our lungs are calling
We won't wait, no, we're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognize us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, the one percent
We are the bourgeoisie of argument

We want control again, we want control again
We want control, the underground
You won't recognize us now

We want control again, we want control again
We want control, the underground
You won't recognize us now