A Symphony of Colors
People born of certain color think that they deserve respect, but all these colors drain when a knife's pressed to their neck,
All that's present in Psychology, society, misology, we've reached a time in age where hatred supersedes apology,
Reds, blues, greens and yellows, segregation at its finest, fellows, I'm a man of a Capella, I'm immaculate, I bellow
Is it really all a color wheel, minds are free, but lips are sealed, I've tried for so long to reach the middle ground, yeah, I appealed.
Bitter history is bloody and we've painted it in color, but when has that justified the hating of one-another?
'Cause you are me and I am you, but literally we are different, two, individuals with their own fate, form and future too.
When we look at the colors of nature, it's amazing, we see beauty, but when we see each other's faces, it's uncanny, we're just moody,
It's like there's still bad blood, a disease with no cure, but even when you wash your hands you're clean, not pure,
We associate it with art because without it, it's a travesty, like when your eyes are absent of color, it's a tragedy
But even if a picture's taken, a moment can never be perfect, we're already out, it does no good if you work it
And it seems with this blind hatred we're funding all our enemies, this is the root of our problem, let's approach it somewhat sensibly
This isn't a breakthrough and it'll never be a crescendo, but sometimes when I look at the cycles of our lives, I see the end though,
They say that red is our anger, arrogance and our volcanity, what if the real image of red looks at us with insanity?
And blue is our sadness, depression and our loneliness, your friend dropped out of school and he's been such a stoner since,
But we feel free to engage these petty problems so close, when we point fingers at each other, the separation, it grows
That's why I'm sitting here and transcribing this message, somewhere along the line we've overlooked all the wreckage
Some glass is transparent, but you still can't go through it, I feel like we've been placed on opposing sides and we knew it
When will you learn that there are bigger problems at hand, we leap over each other, when will we understand?
That's why I can't take these people serious with equality, how can you pick a side in it like it's a political policy?
There's nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so, if I asked you what our problem is, do you think you would know?
We exist in our ambitions that're built upon prejudice, we think that we're all right, but we're lost inside our selfishness
You fight for what you love, but is what you love really right? And if it is, why are you crying by yourself every night?
Maybe if you tried to stop and understand them from the start, you'd see that all these people have something in common, a heart.
We come from a place where our passion is lethal, but I'd like to think that we're still a compassionate people.
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People born of certain color think that they deserve respect, but all these colors drain when a knife's pressed to their neck,
All that's present in Psychology, society, misology, we've reached a time in age where hatred supersedes apology,
Reds, blues, greens and yellows, segregation at its finest, fellows, I'm a man of a Capella, I'm immaculate, I bellow
Is it really all a color wheel, minds are free, but lips are sealed, I've tried for so long to reach the middle ground, yeah, I appealed.
Bitter history is bloody and we've painted it in color, but when has that justified the hating of one-another?
'Cause you are me and I am you, but literally we are different, two, individuals with their own fate, form and future too.
When we look at the colors of nature, it's amazing, we see beauty, but when we see each other's faces, it's uncanny, we're just moody,
It's like there's still bad blood, a disease with no cure, but even when you wash your hands you're clean, not pure,
We associate it with art because without it, it's a travesty, like when your eyes are absent of color, it's a tragedy
But even if a picture's taken, a moment can never be perfect, we're already out, it does no good if you work it
And it seems with this blind hatred we're funding all our enemies, this is the root of our problem, let's approach it somewhat sensibly
This isn't a breakthrough and it'll never be a crescendo, but sometimes when I look at the cycles of our lives, I see the end though,
They say that red is our anger, arrogance and our volcanity, what if the real image of red looks at us with insanity?
And blue is our sadness, depression and our loneliness, your friend dropped out of school and he's been such a stoner since,
But we feel free to engage these petty problems so close, when we point fingers at each other, the separation, it grows
That's why I'm sitting here and transcribing this message, somewhere along the line we've overlooked all the wreckage
Some glass is transparent, but you still can't go through it, I feel like we've been placed on opposing sides and we knew it
When will you learn that there are bigger problems at hand, we leap over each other, when will we understand?
That's why I can't take these people serious with equality, how can you pick a side in it like it's a political policy?
There's nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so, if I asked you what our problem is, do you think you would know?
We exist in our ambitions that're built upon prejudice, we think that we're all right, but we're lost inside our selfishness
You fight for what you love, but is what you love really right? And if it is, why are you crying by yourself every night?
Maybe if you tried to stop and understand them from the start, you'd see that all these people have something in common, a heart.
We come from a place where our passion is lethal, but I'd like to think that we're still a compassionate people.
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Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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