But That's The Thing, Everyone Belongs In Los Angeles Lyrics

Am I loud enough? Can you hear me over all of the waves crashing up against The docks and beaches once

Filled with dust of the earth

Taste the salt upon your tongue

I know I can't be the only one

Struggling with making any goddamn sense of things

Silhouettes spray painted and mumbling

Secrets to each other the orange and green

Shades will bring a bittersweet suffering

Am I breaking down the barriers you call ear drums just so the sound will reach your brain in time for one more go around

Hoping history is written out and spoken loud

Is it worth it yet? To voice my opinion in hopes to catch

The attention of those who can circumvent

Rewinding to the days of oppression kept

Tightly to the chests of the snow white and ignorant

Do I hold repose 'til the wheel of control implodes in its mold?

Do I pretend to be the catalyst from my own home?

Or do I push a button behind the closed curtains so

All the time that froze will leave the cold

And oh

Do I regret the way I came into the world as a self proclaimed

savior by default just because the name

Of the god I knew happens to be the same

As everyone inside the reddest states

The old familiar shame