Testo The juggernauts Zebrahead

The juggernauts

Watching anvils falling all around
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 names
Zeros and ones compose the game
Now the roof's on fire but it stops the rain
So clench your fist enjoy the pain

Think back to the ways of yesterday
The "I" in team, raised renegade
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 marquis, 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
At the things we 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 stain remains

Think back to the ways of yesterdays
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 marquis, 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 recognise us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, 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 settlin'

So when will the waiting end?
If we don't pretend like a shotgun awakenin'
To pull off the pinned down limb
Shed your skin cause the day is shudderin'

So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barrellin'
With reason to reinvent our discontent
The sound grows deafenin'

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 marquis, 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
Our lungs are calling
We won't wait no
We're not the fallen, the underground
You won't recognise us now

We are the angry, the innocent
We are the hungry, the discontent
We are the marquis, 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 recognise us now
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognise us now