I saw the blood and ran
No time to cry or count my dead
Shot down by the ache of suicide
And coming home to one more fight
I watched you get your fix
I was dragged along the hospital drive
Do you remember like I do?
I was losing you in the backseat
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To turn the gun on me
Every piece of you and the broken window
Falls through my fingers
I squeeze them tighter
As the wheel grips my hands
With every mile passed, every promise lost
I thought you were gone
Like watching a car crash
In slow motion
I wish I could look away
I saw the blood and ran
I wrote this song form the floor
I must’ve drove all night
Trying to shake the sickness I can’t unsee
What is this love
If not worthy of itself?
What is this strength
If not enough to save my brother?
I saw the blood
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To turn the gun on me
Every piece of you and the life we had
Falls through my hands
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022