My streets are blood obscured by rain.
Reverse the clock to see the pain;
to see the riddled bodies lined
smothered, stabbed, some shot from behind.
Every corner has its villain.

There are victims by every drain.
If all the dead were left laying,
daylight would come and you would find
my streets are blood.

Blood, blood of blood, never again!
I wish we'd never kill again!
But vanity renders us blind
and pride makes us kill our own kind...
I just hope my seed won't be saying,
my streets are blood.