Letra de Wilshire Protest - Cold War Kids

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
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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?