Summer Of 97

Nobody was listening.
shit talking unimpressed.
For speaking up and out above the murmur of the crowd.
Cause it's nothing special.
It's basic fundamental.
Just four guys concerned trying to drum up right questions right now.
A room full of people.
The whole worlds in their hands.
Why's not the whole world concerned?
This is your world too you know.
Stand up for something more than.
Sitting right back down.
I'm not afraid to get up, communicate this message to you because it eats me alive.
And I think that's why you want to watch me sit and scream.
That doesn't justify what happened here.
What happened here?
What happened here?
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels
I'll see you in a smoke filled coffee shop one day.
I hope that we can talk what we've been through.
The most donuts per capita per idiot.
I'll never forget.
Taste my lungs bleed again.
I bit my own hand off when I realized it helped to feed.
At the end of the day I know how it feels to want the end.
One more cigarette.
You never seemed to understand.
It was just about respect.
This truly ain't self respect.
This truly ain't no mecca man.
This place is truly fucked.
We built it up and watched it fall.
And survived with those we trust.
All we're searching for was someone or something to believe in.
That's why we got each other.
they knock one of us down.
We'll come together underground.
And try to conquer the world
Let's conquer the world
We may be staring at the stars
The stars and stripes charred black.
Cause when done right, art should attack.
And maybe change the world