Divisions - Kublai Khan TX

I scream, a cord and a mic, crucial extensions of myself

Swings and motions, carried through, to portray my emotion

From my heart, through my lungs, up my neck and out my mouth

Are the things that I truly seem to give a shit about

But then I realize nobody even cares

In one ear and out the other

In one ear and out the other

All the fucking kids

Oh they don’t even know

What it means

That they’re chanting about

I remember the day when I first felt proud

More than words, more than scribbles etched in my mind

Well Andy, I hope you were right

Do think they’re listening?

To what we’re about

I’m young and I’m pissed off

And I feel that I’ve got shit to say