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 fists 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 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 re the lost but we ve found alarms are calling 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 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 were the lost but we ve found alarms are calling 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 we want control again we want control again we want control 1