Cold War Kids - Wilshire Protest lyrics

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 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?
LA divine? LA divine?