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The Numbers Explicit
Rise Against
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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
We 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
Oh-oh
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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, blurred lines of right and wrong
Speed up 'til we can't slow down
And at this velocity (hey, hey)
One wrong move and we go down
Brace for the reckoning
For they have the power
But 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
Oh-oh
And 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
This pressure to conform (break free)
It's your trail to blaze
Or your bridge to burn?
Your bridge to burn
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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?
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