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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 fist enjoy the pain
Think back to the ways of yesterdays
The "I" in team raised renegades
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 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 yourslef 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 things 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 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 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 wreckin' 'em
There's no use settling
So when will all the waiting end?
If we don't pretend like a shot gun awakening
To blow off the pinned-down limb,
Shed your skin cause they is shuddering
So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barreling
With no reason to reinvent our discontent
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 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 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
The underground, you won't recognize us now
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now
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 fist enjoy the pain
Think back to the ways of yesterdays
The "I" in team raised renegades
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 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 yourslef 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 things 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 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 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 wreckin' 'em
There's no use settling
So when will all the waiting end?
If we don't pretend like a shot gun awakening
To blow off the pinned-down limb,
Shed your skin cause they is shuddering
So tie off the bleeding end and start again
The streets are barreling
With no reason to reinvent our discontent
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 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 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
The underground, you won't recognize us now
We want control again
We want control again
We want control
The underground, you won't recognize us now
Lyrics submitted by TSostarich
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I don't get what they mean by "we are the marquee". What is that?