I see violence as a rising tide.
Backed up to the wall, no room to hide.
Perfect weather for a homicide.
Feeling's over, now how many've died?
In the violent days,
The violent ways of our lives.
These are violent days within our lives.
Crime committed against your dog, your wife.
Crime committed every single day.
Criminal people teaching violent ways.
But I don't see tomorrow—
I can barely see today.
I can't predict tomorrow—
But I know it will be violent anyway.