Kaleidescopes are celebrating
Windows have wings
The suicide, the genocide
For the Indians, Indians

The signals, from heaven
Are like a sea of flames
The suicide, the genocide
For the Indians, Indian

I’ve forgotten, all traces
Of yesterday, yesterday
The suicide, the genocide
For the Indians, Indian

Kaleidescopes, are celebrating
Windows have wings
The suicide, the genocide
For the Indians, all the Indians