Divisions

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

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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