Statistic

a date a time a place a name
it's all the same a common complaint
confusing pain with personal gain
you've lost the reigns for fighting shame
and what of the waste of personal space
there is no disgrace in finding a place
believed erased, just lost in the race
misplaced face no time to waste
don't negate your chance for bliss
loaded dice thrown in confidence
those who cheat cannot be the best
after death they're just statistics
 
a man walks through the streets in his town
seeing for himself that no ones around
all he had to do was take a look down
and he would have seen there was gold on the ground
but instead he didn't stop to check
trippin over gold and breaking his neck
he could have been rich but instead he's dead
as blood rushes out of the poor mans head
and now his ghost is going ballistic
cuz he's become another statistic
 
two lovers entwined is that really a crime?
then why you look upon 'em with hate in your eyes
jealousy creates a cheap disguise
as you try to describe their love with your lies
you can't describe and I'm not surprised
cuz they're the ones who have found the great prize
and i really think you should apologise
for your hairy eyeballs and disgusted sighs  
again it's no surprise what happens next
livin' your whole life as a statistic
 
take a good long look at the rich and the poor
one of them struggles with things they can't afford
while the other eats off a plate made of pearl
a little daddys girl and a mommas boy
money won't really buy them true joy
I'm annoyed because it's always the same
mom and dad suffer so their children can gain while the spoiled brat rides on daddys plane
tell me who do you think are the ones to blame?you might as well maim the growth in their brain never being able to overcome pain
ya see,money won't save you when death's at the door
what in gods name was all the wealth for?
cuz death don't care if your rich or poor
as his icy fingers grab your souls core
and it becomes a chore for him to analise
all the choices you made while you were alive
could you see the truth or believe a lie?
cuz the true wealth follows us after we die
and all the fake riches we leave behind!
so here we are at the end of the jam I'll write a complex plan with a pen in my hand
so you can understand the sham of a man
who don't have the time to begin again
Damn!
now I'm starting to wonder if
he was wrong or are we all statistics?