The blood runs red
As the green grass grows
Under clear blue sky

The golden sunshine swallowed by the black of night

Familiar scenes of color schemes

Painted too far outside the lines
Then with age the colors fade
Making it hard to read the signs


The blue for calm
The green for growth

The red for rage
Clear to the point the words are splashed across the page


We shield our eyes
We hide our fears
We keep it bottled up inside

While chasing thrills
The bottle spills
Leaving behind stains we can't hide


Resistance is weakened as it begins to take it's toll
Securities threatened as it begins to spread out of control

Balancing between the triumph and the tragedy
Just accept a little personal responsibility


On different wavelengths
Our reactions
Are perceived

The small portion of the spectrum that we really see

We won't back down

We stand our ground
We learn to fight amongst ourselves
While all around us

Empty canvass
Collects dust upon the shelves


Resistance is weakened as it begins to take it's toll
Securities threatened as it begins to spread out of control
Balancing between the triumph and the tragedy

Just accept a little personal responsibility