It's more poetry than a song lyric, but whatever. Shoot. Give me something to work with. Peez?

Crimson skies.
Teary eyes wiped
lazily, as the
sunset awes
the sleepy crowd.

Golden ages.
Lost in insincere
smiles, tarnished by
ignorance and
illegible murder.

Baby blue flames.
Screaming from
humanity; the
voices of the voiceless,
orating the hymn of
purloined liberty.
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