Trouble spots marked in blood
You're overrun, you overcome
Silver burns, the night explodes
You've made your choices
Now it's time to pay the toll
You hear the gunshots, but you never witness anything
Keep your fucking mouth shut, or get burned by the heat
Head wounds don't seem to heal or ever really change anything
All out the window when you're down on Treat Street
Applaud this apocalypse
Hell hold strong while bullets slip
Sidewalk squares are battle lines (sidewalk squares are battle lines)
Eight dead this week, let's make it nine (let's make it nine, let's make it nine)
In a place where angels aren't safe
And there's no chance of seeing a change well
Walk the street in fear
Am I in the crosshairs?
Three story canyon death, drawn in gang lines fueled by meth
This place I call my home doesn't feel like my own
I've given it away to fear
You hear the gunshots, but you never witness anything
Keep your fucking mouth shut, or get burned by the heat
Head wounds don't seem to heal or ever really change anything
All out the window when you're down on Treat Street