Texty: Ignite. Epidemic.

In these days
There's no such thing as
Random violence
It's deliberate
And premeditated

Ignorance in your way
You're accountable
For your own actions
Life is the path you take
The uncaring
And loss of respect
Leads to agony

Life is sacred
Tread softly in your ways
There's an epidemic
In these days

In one's own life
Not all bad doings
Go unrepaid
A life of crime
Brings upon you
Many unhappy days

You're at fault
For your own actions
Life is a path you take
The uncaring
And loss of respect
Leads to agony

You are responsible for
Your own actions in this life
Whatever roads you travel
Will lead you to where
You are right now