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What was that, tell me
The blood-red stain in the colorless
Red upon the indigo of the evening
Red upon the gray of the morning
What was that, tell me
The blood of human kindness of your hands
The blood of the velvet caress in your lap
The drug was within arm’s reach
Blood-red like a Texas gas station
We didn’t fill up, we drove past as in a movie
What was that, tell me
All around was the abomination of desolation
You were blood-red at the center
Which was everywhere, what was that