The Numbers

We're biding time as we wait for the signal Sharpening blades While we wait out the storm These cold nights are almost unbearable But purpose keeps us warm Pledge allegiance While crossing our fingers A bark with no bite No teeth just a roar You're not a thorn in our side You're a splinter We are ready but we're bored Just holding our place in line And everything moves too slow now Breaking away in time They have the power But we have the numbers now It's all just a constant illusion Of control They break us like horses How long will we drag their plow? What will continue to be Is what we allow, oh And still we worship at altars so empty Consumption of something we don't need at all Holes we can't fill A never-ending song "Again, from the top now" Textbook cases, we all fit the profile Mass surveillance, we opened the door Prey on the fears Blurred lines of right and wrong Sped up 'til we can't slow down And at this velocity One wrong move and we go down Brace for the reckoning Though they have the power But we have the numbers now It's all just a constant illusion Of control They break us like horses How long will we drag their plow? What will continue to be Is what we allow, oh And heavy are the chains We fasten to ourselves Gathering the thorns To shape into a crown Is this saddle comfortable? Do these reigns feel tight enough? Will you gallop when you're kicked? Or throw the rider off Are you the willing and the able Or are you spoken for? Destined to serve what you abhor Until it all gives out Listen Fuck what you call normal This pressure to conform (break free) It's your trail to blaze Or your bridge to burn Your bridge to burn Yeah, they have the power We have the numbers now It's all just a constant illusion Of control They break us like horses How long will we drag their plow? What will continue to be Is what we allow What will we allow?