Through these city streets you've been wandering
Last man to be alive
With a prophet's state of mind
And your hands are on fire
A million faces waste in the dark slow
Chasing stars but you
You'll be out this place
You believers sleep a lonely night
No banners, just an insight
You walk around with no eye for the common
You feel correct to the alleys you watch
Arrested in their ways with no case to complain
But did you know you're just another number waiting in a**embly?
Through the summertime you've been weathering
The questions that arise
But you turn your head
Instead of facing the fire
No surprise that the others arent listening
Your screams echo in the quiet
Must get out this place
For believers sleep a lonely night
You run for a forest
Where nothing, nobody to despair
Your opinions they're gunning
The bullets pierce the armor of skin you've thickened
Your face explodes with the rage of a hundred
For these men will never know the meaning behind your living
You know they've thrown their pride
And hide behind opinions
But did you know you're just another number waiting to be called in a**embly?