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 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
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 The 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
They have the power We have the numbers 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
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 And 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?
Compositores: Brandon M Barnes, Timothy J Mc Ilrath (Mac Ilrath Timothy J), Joseph Daniel Principe, Zachariah Joaquin Blair ECAD: Obra #30406731