BYSTANDER 1
Found in the club, with blood, dripping out onto his chest
"The streams coming down from his nose," they said
They couldn't do nothing, the high was over
Laid to rest, death's gained another

They tr-tr-tried called me and I let it ring, I
Assumed by now what they were thinking
They said they saw him leave my house, he was bringing
A lot more than I would have preferred him to try
The streets covered in the sounds of the gun to his head
Streets going out of town all fall at the end
The streets covered in the sounds of the gun to his head
Streets covered in blood, great

But that was long ago
And now I'm growing older, but you
You're froze in time with your stride
And I'm tired now

The comedown leaves my hair dripping down to my chest
My lungs are weak and my bed is soaking wet
How would they weep when they couldn't find the words?
Nobody had felt all the things he heard
The sheets covered in the blood that was filling his head
His mother found him next day and in that moment she wept
At least the deed brought some peace to the thoughts of his head