The blood runs red As the green gra** 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 its 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 canva** Collects dust upon the shelves Resistance is weakened as it begins to take its toll Securities threatened as it begins to spread out of control Balancing between the triumph and the tragedy Just accept a little personal responsibility