I must have often and numbing myself from the pain is dishonoring those who've been killed by the state then I welcome the grief place a hand on the earth pick up the pen with the other and keep fighting I may not start the fire, but I will fan the flame for you I may not create the wave, but I still have momentum and weight in this body we all have a place in dismantling this find your heart the one afraid to be dismembered find a candle pour the wax in the crevices find a song something with a heavy drum and let's keep going