Red flares in the sky,
Red rims ‘round my eye,
I hear chords for me,
Chords for me.
Red bikini summer nights
Red graffiti in the lights,
What’s in store for me,
Store for me?
I can’t imagine what it’s like
To find God amidst the fight,
Smoke and gore for me,
Gore for me.
Red hot noises bang,
Red’s my choice, my shame:
This is war for me,
War for me.
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