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?