If flowers could speak, I wonder what they’d cry out.
They’d probably fill the world with a song of “liberated freedom”.
If peace had ears, I wonder what it would hear.
It’d probably hear a deafening song of “false freedom”.
In the world of love that the flowers offer up in their cries, we’re singing about peace,
But I wonder what the “freedom” heading toward its end from within a birdcage would say to us.
A rainbow colored war amongst all living things.
The song of the life you killed rings within my head.
The war of rainbow color.
A rainbow colored war amongst all living things.
Is the song of freedom you killed ringing within your heart?
The war of rainbow color.
If insects could sing, I wonder what they’d cry out.
They’d probably fill the world with a song of “liberated peace”.
If freedom had ears, I wonder what it would hear.
It’d probably hear a deafening song of “false peace”.
In the world of peace that the insects offer up in their cries, we’re singing about love,
But I wonder what the “life” heading toward its end from within an insect cage would say to us.
A rainbow colored war amongst all living things,
The song of the life you killed rings within my head.
The war of rainbow color.
A rainbow colored war amongst all living things,
Is the song of freedom you killed ringing within your heart?
The war of rainbow color.
If God was to appear in the blue sky above and grant one wish,
I wonder what the flowers and insects would wish for.
If God was to appear in the blue sky above and grant one wish,
I wonder if the flame of our life force would be extinguished.
“The war of rainbow color,”
Is the war the whole world knows,
And the whole world participates in.
“The war of humans vs. all living things except humans,”
Is the war the whole world “doesn’t feel,”
Even though the whole world “knows.”