Colours

I can't even fill my lungs with the air I need to live

I can't even fill my lungs with the air I need to live because I am drowning

I'm drowning in colours.

The colours of our daily lives...

Everywhere I go and everytime I sleep I'm seeing thousands of creatures - their faces painted red

Hate and violence and lust forcibly smeared in their faces by a common enemy

An enemy in our own ranks, an enemy fed by widespread nescience.

Under the sheating of painting our walls blue - smearing our hearts and souls black.

If talking is silver, then let's take the gold

We shall rise together, we shall not unfold

Let us paint white the blackness among us

And finally overcome disinformation.

The colours of our planet are blue and green

But wherever you look, you won't find harmony or peace

The upper blue layer - obliterated by the blackened smoke of industry

The hydrous lowlands - contaminated by thousands of plastic shards

Former green plains, now devoured by red, yellow, orange - or already ashen.

Our blue is fading away - our green is facing decay.

If talking is silver, then let's take the gold

I'll never give in, I'll never unfold

I'll take my inner blackness and repaint it with gold

You may set this world aflame

You may turn this world to ash

When you finally see what's left for you

You'll be longing and yearning for a piece of blue.