Red is a bullet going straight through your heart
And the fire waiting at your doorstep.
Red is the traffic STOP sign
And a strawberry with coated sugar melting in your mouth.
Red are the devils waiting at the entrance of hell
And innocent blood being spilt on the marble shined floor
Red is a stake through the heart
And the conflicts at your economy’s life
Red is the prickly roses on your hand
And the nosebleed we all once felt.