Watching anvils falling all around   And they break our bones when they hit the ground   The siren screams 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 stops the rain   So clench your fist enjoy the pain   Think back to the ways of yesterdays   The "I" in team raised renegades   In punk rock clubs and razorblades   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      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 yourslef but the stain remains   Think back to the ways of yesterdays   When we never even had to get paid to play   Had a backpack filled with things 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're 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 wreckin' 'em   There's no use settling      So when will all the waiting end?   If we don't pretend like a shot gun awakening   To blow off the pinned-down limb,   Shed your skin cause they is shuddering      So tie off the bleeding end and start again   The streets are barreling   With no reason to reinvent our discontent   The sound grows 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   We're the lost but we're 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 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