Red
when you see red
what does that mean?
is it a fruit?
or a brick?
is it the color of your books?
or of your school?
Red is of passion
of love you might say
that's what people tell me
every single day
but to me red means destruction
it means blood
it means the cruelty of life
that we don't speak of
it's the water that flows through our veins
it is the thing that makes people insane
red is blood
blood is red
but if you don't want or have it
you're better off dead
what does that mean?
is it a fruit?
or a brick?
is it the color of your books?
or of your school?
Red is of passion
of love you might say
that's what people tell me
every single day
but to me red means destruction
it means blood
it means the cruelty of life
that we don't speak of
it's the water that flows through our veins
it is the thing that makes people insane
red is blood
blood is red
but if you don't want or have it
you're better off dead
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