Written/Produced/Performed by OBSERVED
Recorded at The Corner; Huntington Beach, CA; Summer 2019
Lyrics:
found in the club with blood dripping out onto his chest,
"the stream's coming down from his nose," they said
they couldn't do nothing now, the high was over
laid to rest, death's gained another
they tried calling me -- 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
the streets going out of town all fall of the edge
the streets covered in the sounds of the gun to his head
the streets covered in blood
great
but that was long ago
and now, im 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 could 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 his deed brought some peace to the thoughts of his head
