Hear the crunch of your feet through leaves
The warm sensation that your mind perceives
As the colours fly about your eyes
Flinging plant organs into the skies
Red for the excitement that change could bring
Yellow for the stillness and that burning cold sting
And green for the ones that just couldn't cling
We were children playing in death.
But we couldn't hear him under whispered breath
Through screams of joy, happy cries so loud
We couldn't see him under popcorn clouds
As time moved on we did too
Every season seeing with an end came new.
Hear the crunch of your feet through bones
The warm sensation under your dying moans
As the colours fly about your eyes
Flinging human organs into the skies
Red for the excitement that change could bring
Yellow for the stillness and that burning cold sting
And green for the ones that just couldn't cling
We were the people playing in death.
But we heard him under whispered breath
Through screams of pain, lifeless cries so loud
We saw him under the mushroom cloud
As time moved on we could not
Every war more souls were butchered and caught.
I suppose it's just a difference of minds
What one ignores and another one finds.
