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