This is a call
To notice that which has gone unnoticed
That all of us are walking wounded
Bearing hidden scars and subtle bruises
The casualties of a war inside our hearts
We submit ourselves to abstract forces
Ruled by the concept that living is surviving
We are suffocating on our own tangled aspirations
Mired down by the restraints forced on us
The fear and doubt that serves to crush
We can no longer take satisfaction in our suffering
Now is the time to arm ourselves with the knowledge
That we can achieve a state of independence
One of personal anarchy
We can end this war
See past the darkened veil pulled over our eyes
We will make the world at large
Recognize our cries
I will dedicate myself to reclaiming the disputed landscape of my soul
I will repel each incursion visited upon my spirit
Cast light upon the insidious decay of volition
Surely, I do protest
Let this be a message
That here I stand
