Wilshire Protest

歌詞

I am marching with the protest I got so much to say, but I'm only here to witness There's a war inside my head And I'm surrendering to weakness We are separated by steel and glass In traffic trapped on the freeway, everybody is a DJ Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home Don't text me that you'll be late, I can wait My chemicals are spiking like a lie detector Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer We dream of being plucked from obscurity We are divided by false gods and hyped-up leaders We binge on the news or flip you off on the bleachers We worship talent, but we don't see that anybody can receive it First you must believe it So keep your nosebleed seats I'd rather be irrelevant What if I cross over and nobody remembers it? Will we stay together? Even if I never get discovered? This is the west coast, the dream at the end of the line Is this is the promised land? The gold rush? L.A. divine? L.A. divine?