Statistic - Catalepsy

You think you’ve got it all figure out

And you live to play the game

But as long as you are doing as you’re told

You’re just a number with no name

Swallow your pride

And wake up from this coma

Our time is ticking away

So get off your hands and knees

You watch them bleed us dry

And you never stop to question why

In your head

You may find the answers aren’t so clear

In the end

You’re just a statistic

Rise up and take a stand

They cannot stop us all