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 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 canvass   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