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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're separated by steel and glass In traffic trapped on the freeway, every body is a DJ Looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home Don't text me there should be no king I can wait My chemical's are spiking like a lie detector Dopamine, serotonin, happiness is not the answer We dream of being a true spirit We are divided by false Gods and hyped up leaders We binge on the [?] on the bleachers We worship talent, but we don't see if anybody can even see it First you must believe it So keep your nosebleed seats I'd rather be irrelevant What if I crossover and nobody remembers it? Will we stay together? Even if I never get discovered? This is the west coast where dreams will make a line This is the promise land, the gold rush [?] Aus Songtexte Mania