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