Violent - The Faint, Junior Sanchez

I checked in a room today

Up above the downtown market bricks

Right now a boy gets old

A boy gets bitter, a boy learns not to trust

Someone inside his room

The door locks tight, you keep the door locked

Months went by and doors got kicked in

Two outlaws collecting what they loaned

In a room beside my walls

A girl gets choked, she can’t pay back the loan

48 more hours to go

«48 more hours,» that’s all they say

In two more nights, I hear

A sound, a shrill from one thin wall away

Every place is the same

Every day is the same

Every place is the same

Violent

There’s a conflicting sound

Hear the arguments loud

Every day, the sounds of the

Violent, violent, violent

I moved uptown a bit

Not much changed, conflict is never gone

But just as a calm sets in

A police line barricades a place next door

I asked around the lot

A store clerk told me two young kids were shot

Mother was near the tracks

Dragged to where a train would go past