The Juggernauts

Watching anvils falling all around

And they break our bones when they hit the ground

The sirens scream without a sound

So we numb ourselves with drink and drown

Got to clock in, bar code and name

Zeros and ones, compose the game

And the roof's on fire but it stops the rain

So clench your fists and enjoy the pain

Think back to the ways of yesterday

The "I" in team raised renegade

In punk rock clubs and razor blades

Where throwaway kids scream serenades

We lost control again

We lost control again

We lost control

Gotta find a way to make amends

Rewrite the end

Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

(Here we go, here we go, one time)

Dropping down a well that time forgot

With scars that show that we care a lot

In the sky we dreamt like a juggernaut

Of the things we'd do and what we sought

But one by one we fall the same

How much to lose, not much to gain

So have your hope hop another train

And bleach yourself but the strain remains

Think back to the ways of yesterday

When we never even had to get paid to play

Had a backpack filled with a lot to say

But the words have all been thrown away

We lost control again

We lost control again

We lost control

Gotta find a way to make amends

Rewrite the end

Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

(We won't wait)

We're the lost, but we've found

(We can't wait)

Alarms are calling

(We won't wait)

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 marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

We lost control again

We lost control again

We lost control

Got a lost hope requiem

And we're wrecking 'em

There's no use settlin'

So when will the waiting end

If we don't pretend like a shotgun awakening

To blow off a pin-downed limb

Shed your skin cause the day is shuddering

So tie off the bleeding end and start again

The streets are barreling

With reason 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

Rewrite the end

Take back what time has stole

We are the angry, the innocent

We are the hungry, the discontent

We are the marquee, the one percent

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments

(We won't wait, no)

We were the lost, but we've found

(We can't wait, no)

Alarms 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 (hey, hey, hey)

We are the hungry, the discontent (hey, hey, hey)

We are the marquee, the one percent (hey, hey, hey)

We are the bourgeoisie of arguments (hey, hey, hey)

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)