Death, as we all know, has become a statistic

But have you thought about what that really means?

The consequences of your dispassion when pestered on the street?

When turning your hand away

Panic spreads at the drop of a dime

When the peaceful town hears of horrific crime

While patrons of hellish cities blink in boredom at their daily dose of body bags and casualties

Fatalities diminish in redundancy

Death ain’t sexy, not without my celebrities

I will shake you out of this apathy, and I will set the example for all to see

Things will change

And there’s nothing you can do to stop me

Rip out the weeds tangled around our neck

Pulling down to the earth with no resistance met

In our statuesque scene thats ugly to see

This garden of human complacency

Isolated incidents pry from statistical consistence

Indifferent to the mess left in the dark of the spotlight

Distant lives measured by numbers

Buried in nameless graves

Their stories erased by a drop of ink to fill in a cluttered page

Lining the sidewalk, they wait

A subtle call to arms to feed the simmering fever

Kept out of sight, but often dreamed of

Growing by the day

The heat behind your eyes, the fire in your chest

The burning air that fills your lungs and deepens with every breath

Shatter the inhibitions that shut you in

Rid yourself of the stone on your skin

Be courageous, be brave, burn brightly

Light your soul ablaze, and I promise you that things will change