What's the color red?
It's not the color of the hair on my hair,
Nor the color of the sheets on my bed,
It's the color of blood spilt among the streets
These words to come
Are words I must preach
This is not "Gods" doin'
Because he taught us that we choose our own paths
And make our own choices
WE spilt the color red all over park benches,
And sandy beaches.
And the thrill of doing it is what this twisted society enjoys
The headlines on "Missing Teenager" and "Amber Alert"
Stain the memories of the ones whom lost loves ones
Thinking "Oh God, It could be my baby girl/boy."
We wrap ourselves in the idea of world peace,
But how can we do that
If there isn't peace in our own homes?
We call ourselves the "Agrarian society"
more like the "Apocalyptic Society."
We get up, go out, come home, and that's it!
A never ending cycle of similar adventures
And places, and pain because daddy's little girl
Didn't come home from school today
Police crod the doorway
And there's flashing of cameras all around.
Little did they know, she had fourty-eight hours to live
Faces appear no longer a s a dream in your mind but a nightmare in your soul
The color red embroids the pavement that we walk on,
The color red stains the ocean,
And public water streams.
We wrap ourselves aorund the idea of a monopoly
About the insanity inside of us
We see people in the streets
But deep inside..
Something wicked brews.
The color red is no longer just a color,
But a burden of rain pouring on the induvidual
Who has their own demons to fight
The color red lingers in the bakc of their minds like a horrible memory
The agonizing pain of these memories stabs them in the eye like daggers to the heart. I
It's everywhere and yet,
No where at all.