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Nothing But

I am nothing but bloodied curtains, demons’ down payments a brick building brooding crimson silence. I am nothing but drag rouge across a man’s upper lip the angry flow of Hot Chili Pepper tears of fire and lit albums. I am nothing but dancing across live coals thriving off your painful hops to coat the bottoms of your feet. I am nothing but hellfire’s hellhounds the rosebud picked and red rovers of childhood innocence and I am nothing. Nothing but.

Nothing But

I am nothing but bloodied curtains, demons’ down payments a brick building brooding crimson silence. I am nothing but drag rouge across a...