Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Numbers, artist - Rise Against. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Numbers |
| 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 (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 |
| And they have the power (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| But we have the numbers, now (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| It's all just a constant illusion of control |
| They break us like horses (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| How long will we drag their plow? |
| (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| What will continue to be is what we allow, oh-ooh-oh |
| 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" |
| (Oh) Textbook cases, we all fit the profile |
| (Oh) Mass surveillance, we opened the door |
| Prey on the fears, blurred lines of right and wrong |
| Sped up 'til we can't slow down |
| And at this velocity (Ay! Ay!) |
| One wrong move, and we go down |
| Brace for a reckoning |
| But they have the power (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| But we have the numbers, now (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| It's all just a constant illusion of control |
| They break us like horses (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| How long will we drag their plow? |
| (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| What will continue to be is what we allow, oh-ooh-oh |
| And heavy are the chains |
| We fasten to ourselves |
| Gathering the thorns |
| To shape into a crown |
| Is this saddle comfortable? |
| Do these reins 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 (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| And we have the numbers, now (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| It's all just a constant illusion of control |
| They break us like horses (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| How long will we drag their plow? |
| (Oh-oh-oh-oh) |
| What will continue to be is what we allow |
| What will we allow? |
| (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) |