Echoes (Live)

Red is the wine sipped by the master of his trade

Each doomed to stiffen this beast's savage lust

Red is the ink on blockbusting papers

Contracts deemed too important to change

Red are the sprinkles on sought-after harvest

Harvest too fruitful and docile to fail

Red are the stripes that run down your back

Outshined by white linen entwined in the black

Red is so seldom seen 'hind the blue hour

Eclipsed by stars searing, exclusive their glow

Red is the outcome of bigoted reasoning

Sterile rationale to incite severed souls

To break the cycle, place the echo

Bring to light the lasting night

To break the cycle, alter echoes

Turn the microtones around

Adhere to nuance, deaf disciple

And color will speak volumes!